I was heading to the bus stop,
Maddie,
you were reading in your room,
hold up all day,
you picked me up in a brand new Audi
and sent you by the 4-7 on Mother's Day.
And we all love
some familiar tune,
I like women's songs,
and you said it's from Volume 2.
But then you give me one,
another,
you just finished,
you're my library,
always open for business,
but you never show it.
You're just sitting with it,
but I know the score,
and you're killing it,
line after line,
when you're taking it in,
to time after time,
when you try to fit into some white shoes,
or a blue collar.
So we listen to your choice for the first ten seconds,
I turn the dial,
I turned your expression,
I said,
now,
haven't you learned your last lesson?
I try to understand, I just don't get it.
And we all love
some memory,
I like women's songs,
you said it's from Volume 3.
But then you give me one,
another,
you just finished,
you're my library,
always open for business,
but you never show it.
You're just sitting with it,
but I know the score,
and you're killing it,
line after line,
when you're taking it in,
to time after time,
when you try to fit into some white shoes,
or a blue collar.
So some white shoes,
or a blue collar.
Take me to the bus stop,
Maddie,
drive me back to Hamilton.
You talk about your stepdad funny,
you sound just like your father's son.
And I'd make you liberated,
every Latin rhythm,
you never used to play it,
she could never stand to listen.
Oh!
And I'd make you liberated,
every Latin rhythm,
you never
used to play it,
she could never stand to listen.
Oh!
Is it your white shoes,
or your blue collar?