Take your parents credit cards Buy a bunch of crap that you don’t need And will never ever use Your mom and dad are out of town And they trust you implicitly A rubber chicken for the mail man Is on your horizon
And there is nothing That i’d rather do
Your sugar daddy’s turning 50 He shops for you indiscreetly A fashion show In his penthouse and black silk kimono Step out into your short shorts Put out as often as you need to To make his summer #1