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 mailman
Is on your horizon
And there is nothing
That I'd rather do
And there's nothing
That I'd rather do
Your sugar daddy's turning fifty
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 number one
Ta-da-da-da, ta-da-da-da, ta-da-da-da-da
There's nothing
That I'd rather do
And there's nothing
That I'd rather do
Writer/s: Kimberly Lauren Andrews, Yvonne Chen, Martin Donald Dias, Alan Cory Mc Culloch, Cyrus Jamie Stewart
