take your parents credit cards
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buy a bunch of crap that you don¡¯t need
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and will never ever use
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your mom and dad are out of town
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and they trust you implicitly
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a rubber chicken for the mail man
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is on your horizon
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and there is nothing
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that i¡¯d rather do
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your sugar daddy¡¯s turning 50
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he shops for you indiscreetly
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a fashion show
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in his penthouse and black silk kimono
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step out into your short shorts
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put out as often as you need to
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to make his summer #1
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Poe Poe
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| Xiu Xiu |
