Letras
Lord, I swear the perfume you wear
Is made from turnip greens
And every time that I kiss your lips
They taste like pork and beans
And even though you're wearing them citified high heels
I can tell by your giant step you been
Walking through them cotton fields
Oh, you're so town home
Town home girl
Every time you monkey child
You take my breath away
And every time that you move like that
I gots to get down and pray
Don't you know that dress of yours
Is made out of fiberglass?
And every time that you move like that
I got to go to Sunday mass
Oh, you're so town home
Town home girl
I'm gonna take you to the muddy river
And push you in
Just to watch that water roll
Down your velvet skin
I'm gonna take you back to New Orleans
Down to Dixie land
I'm gonna watch you do the second line
With an umbrella in your hand
Oh, you're so town home
Town home girl