Poe Poe Songtext / Lyric

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 number one