Daughter to the pop veneer Shining like a new mint quarter Shining like the Franklin Mint Seedy like the lampshade quarter Rolling with the dopes you know Rolling with the wrong gun on you Going down to Baltimore Going in an off-white Honda Oh I miss the girl, miss the girl, miss the girl I want to give myself to the water
Speeding to the rupture line Rat-a-tatting boom box moocher Darling with the boop shuh-nai Rat-a-tatting lose your future Oh I miss the girl, miss the girl, miss the girl I want to give myself to the water
I dream that she aims to be the bloom upon my misery She rocks the mop style, and leave the rest And I know it's not the same thing