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Six foot two
Stood a daughter in the house of fools, oh
She made her own moves
But how's she ever gonna take her bruise
Plastic fruits
Sitting all above the house and pool, oh
Staring hands do
And so amiss she got a bit confused (?)
Whatever am I going to do?
I'm always gonna fall into, no...
I need a little goal (?)
How'm I ever gonna see this through?
Ice cream smooth
Is the sugar gonna get her tooth? Oh...
She made it to the track
Stick a stone break through
That the devil never made her do, no
He wants to make a move
So that she disappeared with a bruise (?)
Whatever am I s'posed ta do?
I'm living in Brooklyn too
I need a little goal (?)
How'm I ever gonna shake these fools?
Father's so confused
And her mother has to pay the tooth, oh
From all the wrong rooms
Her sister was a bit unmoved
So life is just a few
After real, nothing more to do, no
I need some other thrill
And make an offer that I can't refuse
Whatever am I s'posed ta do?
I'm living in a big excuse, oh
I'm walking like a mule
And I'm never gonna rain the pool, oh
Sunny afternoon
In a satellite screaming pool full (?)
She's coming home soon
And her shower cap face was cute