Paperboy Lyrics - Singles - Bill Simms

So you're walkin' with your girls 

You're walkin' with your guys 

I can see my reflection 

In the glass over your eyes 

When you're lookin' at the skies 

Cause that's where I am anyway 

I couldn't ask nobody for a better day 

So like Jack and the Mrs 

We can go up on the hill 

And we can sit down in the grass 

Because there's lots of time to kill 

The trees down at the bottom 

Telling me that it is Autumn 

I was gonna bring you flowers 

But I went and I forget 'em 

The air is getting frigid 

Causing tingling sensations 

I can see your breath 

But I know that it isn't sublimation 

I'm watching as the clouds go by 

The shade it comes upon us 

I know what's coming next 

Although I'm not Nostradamus 

Now some people'll pick us up now in a couple of minutes 

I'll sit in the seat in the back with you mac'in you 'long as nobody is in it 

We'll ride to the groceteria 

Of the confectionery 

I'll make you money, now, my Honey 

I could buy you a tree 

If I was a paperboy 

I would deliver the papers to you 

And if I owned a carnival 

Well, we'd always have something to do 

If I was a goldsmith 

Well, I'd pour you a house made of gold 

If I had a fountain of youth 

Girl, you'd never be getting old 

Unless you wanted 

To grow old with me 

So we going to the store 

And I'm excited, I confess 

But I don't know how we'll do this 

Without making a mess 

Because we're acting like we're children 

Kicking and we're screaming 

You look adorable 

With your face full of ice cream 

And either way I don't 

Even have a Kleenex or a napkin 

Oh me, Oh my 

How did this incident come to happen? 

Isn't it a treat now 

To hear a ginger rapping? 

Before you use me 

Just remember Eric Clapton 

I'm prepared I wipe the ice cream 

With my fingertip 

You lick it off with your tongue 

Before it gets to drip 

Like your faucet left on 

Dribbling menace 

When you wake up in the morning 

And your kitchen looks like Venice 

You look at me and frown and say 

"Do you think I'm fat?" 

I say the beauty lies within 

So forget all of that 

It doesn't matter if you're large 

You got a big booty upon ya 

Call me up I'll come over 

For some meaty lasagna, lasagna 

And if I was a paperboy 

I would deliver the papers to you 

And if I owned a carnival 

Well, we'd always have something to do 

If I was a goldsmith 

Well, I'd pour you a house made of gold 

And if I owned a fountain of youth 

Girl, you'd never be getting old