(M. Doughty)

Daughter to the pop veneer

Shining like a new mint quarter

Shining like the Franklin Mint

Seedy like the lampshade quarter

Rolling with the dopes you know

Rolling with the wrong gun on you

Going down to Baltimore

Going in an off-white Honda

Oh I miss the girl, miss the girl, miss the girl

I want to give myself to the water

Speeding to the rupture line

Rat-a-tatting boombox moocher

Darling with the boop shuh-nai

Rat-a-tatting lose your future

I dream that she aims to be the bllom upon my misery

She rocks the mop style, she needs the rest

And I know it's not the same thing