It's kind of impossible to feature a single lyric from this song; to really understand how much of a fuckboy The Boy is, you have to hear Williams' thorough description of him. It's like she's desperately trying to convince everyone around her (and maybe herself?) that, although it must be obvious that The Boy does a lot of shitty things and just generally sucks, they really do have something special going.
"My baby, he don't talk sweet / He ain't got much to say / But he loves me, loves me, loves me / I know that he loves me anyway / And maybe he don't dress fine / But I don't really mind / 'Cause every time he pulls me near / I just wanna cheer"
"You know you gotta understand / Oh, maybe he's no Romeo / But he's my lovin' one-man show"
"My baby may not be rich / He's watchin' every dime / But he loves me, loves me, loves me / We always have a real good time / And maybe he sings off-key / But that's alright with me, yeah"
Get a grip, Deniece. You know it; we all know it. The Boy is a fucking loser.