Patiently, the beggars there all get it over with
And tiptoe back for the sugar-free lemonade
I'm only your daughter, I'm only your daughter
I'm only your daughter, right?
Wasted food in a Giorgio Armani paper bag
With you, we're free in the back of high style feathers
And I'm only your daughter, I'm only your daughter
I'm only your daughter, right?
Hey, I caught the high court red-handed in the alleyway
You don’t want to talk about it
Hey, I caught the high court red-handed in the alleyway
You don’t want to talk about it
Hey, I caught the high court red-handed in the alleyway
You don’t want to talk about it
Hey, I caught the high court red-handed in the alleyway
You don’t want to talk about it
