If I was your boyfriend, I'd get myself a cool car
And drive it to the village where you live if it ain't too far
And we'd have us a heyday in your rustic nest
That's if I could steal you away from your other guests
Course there'd be no WiFi 'cause the signal is weak
And the windows are drafty and your four-poster creaks
Or maybe I could lure you out of your country home
Back to the city where we could be together alone
If I was your boyfriend
If I was your boyfriend, sparks would fly
You'd try to be clever all the time, and baby so would I
You'd be outwitting my wit, keeping me perplexed
Poking at my personality in a game of intellectual sex
But I'd kinda like it, and you'd like it too
And we'd get to the real thing, maybe, after a month or two
And once we were intimate, baby, I suspect we'd find
I'd be tender in your arms and you'd be honey in mine
If I was your boyfriend
If I was your boyfriend, sugar, we'd have fun
Whether either of us turned out to be the other's one
We'd go to the West End, find some music and dance
Dance would lead to talk and talk would lead to romance
We'd sashay down Soho through the glittering mob
Cardigan over your shoulders, hair in a funky bob
And drive it to the village where you live if it ain't too far
And we'd have us a heyday in your rustic nest
That's if I could steal you away from your other guests
Course there'd be no WiFi 'cause the signal is weak
And the windows are drafty and your four-poster creaks
Or maybe I could lure you out of your country home
Back to the city where we could be together alone
If I was your boyfriend
If I was your boyfriend, sparks would fly
You'd try to be clever all the time, and baby so would I
You'd be outwitting my wit, keeping me perplexed
Poking at my personality in a game of intellectual sex
But I'd kinda like it, and you'd like it too
And we'd get to the real thing, maybe, after a month or two
And once we were intimate, baby, I suspect we'd find
I'd be tender in your arms and you'd be honey in mine
If I was your boyfriend
If I was your boyfriend, sugar, we'd have fun
Whether either of us turned out to be the other's one
We'd go to the West End, find some music and dance
Dance would lead to talk and talk would lead to romance
We'd sashay down Soho through the glittering mob
Cardigan over your shoulders, hair in a funky bob
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