Perfect White Girls
Heaped from a snowy white mountain
Slipped down a snowy white hill
Came from a water fountain
Water was sweet until
Sunshine on a shiny ocean
Sunshine on a shiny bay
I opened a tiny shutter and
Sunshine blowing me away
And I don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
About perfect white girls that wear gold and
I'm very busy
I'm very, very busy baby
I'm very, very busy
Becoming invisible
Why would you want
Why would you want to disappear?
School is a woman
Ask any woman that's sitting here
And I don't a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
About perfect white girls that wear gold and
If you kiss their asses long enough
They might let you kiss their asses
If you kiss their asses long enough
They might let you kiss their asses
So here I come in a river my hips
Here I come with my big red lips
Hidden now a newfound friend
Cause I'm never going back again
And I don't a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
Know a thing
La la la la la la la...
Slipped down a snowy white hill
Came from a water fountain
Water was sweet until
Sunshine on a shiny ocean
Sunshine on a shiny bay
I opened a tiny shutter and
Sunshine blowing me away
And I don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
About perfect white girls that wear gold and
I'm very busy
I'm very, very busy baby
I'm very, very busy
Becoming invisible
Why would you want
Why would you want to disappear?
School is a woman
Ask any woman that's sitting here
And I don't a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
About perfect white girls that wear gold and
If you kiss their asses long enough
They might let you kiss their asses
If you kiss their asses long enough
They might let you kiss their asses
So here I come in a river my hips
Here I come with my big red lips
Hidden now a newfound friend
Cause I'm never going back again
And I don't a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
Don't know a thing
Know a thing
La la la la la la la...
Credits
Writer(s): Patricia J. Griffin, Frank H. Swart
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