Daddy don't like it but Mommy still wonders sweet boy But you're allowed to try it and I point no fingers sweet boy I'm still wondering what it means You hold your wrist so limply You don't have to camp round Save all your money go confess on Sunday sweet boy get your copy of honey back on the street Monday sweet boy but tell me where does that leave me save the satin undies don't pluck out your eyebrows stow the mincey lisping you don't have to camp around.
