I used to know this girl Corie,
she was heading for a caramel part
right early in the morning.
She was wearing that sweet, floral lay
and played with the confetti
for the entire day.
Her daddy in a jeep used to drive
her around the town a buckshot behind,
swaying his big, dainty head.
When she was getting out for bye
the door were slammed hard,
he was mighty mad.
We bumped on a bay where she came
with nothing less but a teacup yorkie,
dressed coated, what a shame.
He was legging up bad for her to frat,
I had to mind the rat but didn't mention,
daddy's girl was about to top the attention.
- Hop, baby pup,
pommy never gonna stop.
- Lap, little mop,
Corie wanna make him drop.
- Yup, ten hut!
Her daddy's gonna snap.
- Hush! Big mush!
He's gonna look so blush.
