Trash Day in Beverly Hills. All the sad little mama's with their happy little pills. They flirt with the lawn boys as they clean out the pools. While the Mexican nannies take the children to school.
Oh!. . Here come the captain. She's a firecracker, skinny jeans. Two lips of honey, yeah. She leaves a trail of gasoline. She drinks more whiskey. Than her daddy, she can even sing.
Well I left the town of sinners, redneck priests and meth lab stalls. To find myself a few more just like me. The options pretty skinny and the order's pretty tall.