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
