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.
