Bill Simms - Paperboy lyrics

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Bill Simms - Paperboy lyrics

So you're walkin' with your girls You're walkin' with your guys I can see my reflection In the gla** over your eyes When you're lookin' at the skies Cause that's where I am anyway I couldn't ask nobody for a better day So like Jack and the Mrs We can go up on the hill And we can sit down in the gra** Because there's lots of time to k** The trees down at the bottom Telling me that it is Autumn I was gonna bring you flowers But I went and I forget 'em The air is getting frigid Causing tingling sensations I can see your breath But I know that it isn't sublimation I'm watching as the clouds go by The shade it comes upon us I know what's coming next Although I'm not Nostradamus Now some people'll pick us up now in a couple of minutes I'll sit in the seat in the back with you mac'in you 'long as nobody is in it We'll ride to the groceteria Of the confectionery I'll make you money, now, my Honey I could buy you a tree If I was a paperboy I would deliver the papers to you And if I owned a carnival Well, we'd always have something to do If I was a goldsmith Well, I'd pour you a house made of gold If I had a fountain of youth Girl, you'd never be getting old Unless you wanted To grow old with me So we going to the store And I'm excited, I confess But I don't know how we'll do this Without making a mess Because we're acting like we're children Kicking and we're screaming You look adorable With your face full of ice cream And either way I don't Even have a Kleenex or a napkin Oh me, Oh my How did this incident come to happen? Isn't it a treat now To hear a ginger rapping? Before you use me Just remember Eric Clapton I'm prepared I wipe the ice cream With my fingertip You lick it off with your tongue Before it gets to drip Like your faucet left on Dribbling menace When you wake up in the morning And your kitchen looks like Venice You look at me and frown and say "Do you think I'm fat?" I say the beauty lies within So forget all of that It doesn't matter if you're large You got a big booty upon ya Call me up I'll come over For some meaty lasagna, lasagna And if I was a paperboy I would deliver the papers to you And if I owned a carnival Well, we'd always have something to do If I was a goldsmith Well, I'd pour you a house made of gold And if I owned a fountain of youth Girl, you'd never be getting old