Yeah smash on the radio, bet I penned it! Britney, (break me off) Ohhhh Toy soldier
I'm out the door, it's aoutomatic, simple babe (Why you wanna do that to me) I'm like a fire, bottle bustin' in your face (Why you wanna do that to me) So tired of you bein' up in my space (What you gonna do with that) How much more can I take
I'm tired of privates drivin', need a general that ain't weak...
When I shut the door leaving with my bag, Hit the scene in my new wagon Bet he gonna wish he knew the type of fun I'm getting into, Peek a boo, he good...doing things you wish you wish you could, He's not talking, he's just walking Like them city boys from New York
This time I need a soldier, a really bad ass soldier That know how to take, take care of me I'm so damn glad that's over This time I need a soldier, I'm sick of toy soldiers (I need ....I'm so sick of...toy soldiers...) A boy that knows how to take care of me, Won't be just coming over...
I don't want no more, (break me off) Ohhhh Toy soldier I'm simply sick and tired of those... I don't want no more, I'm simply sick and tired of those...
I want it more than ever now, I realized that they ain't listenin', Like a princess supposed to get it That's why I'm dustin' off my fitted, Coming back looking delicious, Yes I know they wanna kiss me, Now I hold them at attention, Cuz new Britney's on a mission...
Brit, I heard that he was saying he's still in love with you, and Brit, I heard he said he could stay if he wanted to, and Brit, I heard every man out here is wanting you now Brit, I heard, I heard, what you gona do now?
