Six foot two Stood a daughter in the house of fools, oh She made her own moves But how's she ever gonna take her bruise Plastic fruits Sitting all above the house and pool, oh Staring hands do And so amiss she got a bit confused (?) Whatever am I going to do? I'm always gonna fall into, no... I need a little goal (?) How'm I ever gonna see this through? Ice cream smooth Is the sugar gonna get her tooth? Oh... She made it to the track (???) Stick a stone break through That the devil never made her do, no He wants to make a move So that she disappeared with a bruise (?) Whatever am I s'posed ta do? I'm living in Brooklyn too I need a little goal (?) How'm I ever gonna shake these fools? Father's so confused And her mother has to pay the tooth, oh From all the wrong rooms Her sister was a bit unmoved So life is just a few After real, nothing more to do, no I need some other thrill And make an offer that I can't refuse Whatever am I s'posed ta do? I'm living in a big excuse, oh I'm walking like a mule And I'm never gonna rain the pool, oh Sunny afternoon In a satellite screaming pool full (?) She's coming home soon And her shower cap face was cute