Poe Poe
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Lyrics
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's nothing That I'd rather do And there's 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's nothing That I'd rather do And there's nothing That I'd rather do
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 03:40
- Key
- 7
- Tempo
- 129 BPM