Poe Poe

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

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

And there is nothing

That I'd rather do

And there is nothing

That I'd rather do