High Court Lyrics

Patiently, the beggars there all get it over with
And tiptoe back for the sugar-free lemonade

I'm only your daughter
I'm only your daughter
I'm only your daughter, right

Wasted food in a Giorgio Armani paper bag
With you we're free in the back of high style feathers

Hey, I caught the high court
Red handed in the alley where you
Don't want to talk about it