No Babysitter
Hey, who’s watching the baby?
I saw her skipping down route 5 this morn
In her spanking Buster Browns,
Dimples raging in a chocolate-painted smile
Smug in her daring escape...
While Daddy mowed the lawn.
Hey, who’s watching the baby?
I saw her tearing down route 5 last night
In Daddy’s sleek little sports car,
Dimples raging in a blush-tinged smile
Smug in her illicit freedom...
While Grandpa snored over the paper.
Hey, who’s watching the baby?
I saw her swinging on a pole at the Route Five
In her blistering G-string,
Dimples raging in a lust-painted smile
Smug in her primitive allure...
While sugar daddies wrote the rent checks.
Hey, who’s watching the baby?
I saw her bathed in sirens on route 5
In a bloody old dress,
Dimples raging in a crack-frosted smile
Smug in her secret pleasures...
While Momma clutched at her heart.