Paper Cups

Darlin’ I see you’re not too old You understand the stain on my jeans I see your daddy gave it all to you Diamonds and knowledge painted dreams When I look into your little heart Tell me how hard it been Your maid changes your dirty sheets Your mamma buys all your friends Oh lordy, lordy, lordy I couldn’t stay another day Listening to the shit you got to say Sweetie, sweetie, sweetie You can save all your coins Spend all your money on all the rich boys Leave me baby where you picked me up Downtown, drinking wine Out of Styrofoam cups I love the way that French manicure feels When your scratching down my back Wonder what the country club seems to say They can see you bent over like that Just hope you don’t put me in your diary Just like you do with all the others Don’t send me no Valentines or cards Don’t claim I’m one of your ex lovers Lord, Lord, Lord I couldn’t stay another day Listening to what she has got to say Sweetie, sweetie, sweetie You can save all your coins Spend all that money on all those little rich boys Please leave me darlin’ Where you picked me up Downtown, drinking wine Out of paper cups oh yeah