You say why won't you wear your thigh highs

Well I'll wear them with a blazer and tie

I'm looking sharp like my guy

You see them in their champagne clicks

Whisky watching is how I get my kicks

Oh I'm gonna spit on everything nice

Don't tell me to leave it alone

Because I'm not gonna just go home

I'm gonna make it last with a bite

And I'm looking sharp like my guy

Oh yeah but will it measure, oh yeah will it measure up

Oh yeah but will it measure, oh yeah will it measure up

Ahhh up

So tell me things like your so sweet

But know I'm more then just a popsicle treat

Oh I grew to be witty and wise

And I'm gonna make it last with a bite

Looking sharp like looking sharp like

looking sharp like looking sharp like

Looking sharp like looking sharp like

looking sharp like looking sharp like my guy