The lady with the hot pink fashion
Stance
Sweated up like autumn leaves
Crumpled up
Inside her dance
Heard she had a bit of trouble
In town
And as the walls came tumblin'
Down
Like a princess in a children's
Rhyme
Crying for her prince in time
Inside an irreverent beat
She pricked her finger
And fell asleep
Mama, mama,
In mustard shades
Selling homemade lemonade
Spare a nickel
To buy some lunch
Yes, we have no...
Thanks a bunch
"Mother"... was the guilty cop
That's a bit of a fool's flipflop
She ain't wearing
But secondhand clothes
And the winter came
And the winds did blow