Verse 1 Went on one date, it was kinda lame, he talked about crypto the whole night, man. I came back home, opened up a pack— pulled my bias smiling right back. Put him in a plastic sleeve, mint condition fantasy. Real boys leave you on “read,” mine lives safely in a binder with me. Pre-Chorus My friends say “Girl, that’s cardboard.” I say “No, that’s husband material.” Look at that smile, that perfect pose— tell me that ain’t adorable. Chorus My boyfriend fits in a photocard sleeve, perfect hair, perfect selfie. No drama, no fights, no jealousy— just trading cards and loyalty. Yeah my boyfriend fits in a photocard sleeve, living in my K-pop dream. Real boys ghost eventually… but my bias stays with me. Verse 2 Binder pages, shiny and neat, organized like history. Album versions one through three— love story in HD. Friends say “Girl, get a life,” but I’m winning single life. No bad dates, no messy scenes… just merch drops and dopamine. Pre-Chorus Coworkers laugh, but that’s okay, they don’t pull rare cards every day. When that holographic sparkle hits— that’s true love, I’ll admit. Chorus My boyfriend fits in a photocard sleeve, safe and sound inside my dreams. No awkward texts at 2 A.M., just comeback teasers again and again. Yeah my boyfriend fits in a photocard sleeve, shiny like a magazine. People say it’s fantasy— I say it’s emotional stability. Bridge (Rap) Rip the pack, heart attack— did I pull my bias? Check the back! Trade it quick, double stack, rare card glow in the midnight snack. Yeah I’m single but I’m doing fine, my binder holds my valentine. No heartbreak, no bad scenes— just glossy cardboard kings. Final Chorus My boyfriend fits in a photocard sleeve, perfect smile, perfect dream. Maybe someday love is real… but right now this works for me. So raise your binders, single crew— collecting love in album two. Who needs romance in the wild… when your bias looks that good on file?
