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

Lordy, lordy, lordy 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