Hobo Princess

Taste like pesto, eggs like redneck. Of a princess, a hobo duchess. In a red hood, in a sweater. Oversizes grace for glamour. Way down where you can see the splash in Her eyes. She doesn't care what you dress. But she's mine. Someone put her on a beach mat. Bring her flowers, bring her some wine. Bring bologna, she's divine. Well, she don't like you, neither I. Way down where you can see the splash in Her eyes. She doesn't care what you dress. But she's mine. Sha.