Hey, You!

Hey, you! It’s true—saints do
Make things come true for you.
I prayed for a Boy Toy
And, I got my boy, Troy.

Hey, you! I swear he’s fine,
Dark cocoa and he’s mine.
I paid for his new car
And, oh, he’s my rock star.

Hey, you! Inside, I’m glee
And gin I scored for free.
He’s drunk on me, I’m glad.
He’s my right when I’m bad.