[Verse 1] My boy smells like Fiji My boy kisses me easy My boy wears tropical shirts In the winter's cold breezy [Verse 2] My boy buys fake margaritas And they're only 3 dollars Summertime in 20 degrees Westchester is the Bahamas [Verse 3] And I'm not trying to tease him 'cause these things make me really miss him And I'd cry without this guy I'd rather lose my right limb