Peppermint Patty

This is for that ?guitar? lady of democracy She say that she good to me, but she will never let me be Peppermint Patty Why'd you play I'll get to you by the end of the game [Verse 1: Zumbi] See patty was shorties date very hard to touch I played the game looking for her in the cuts Getting close to her didn't really matter much She absorbed one and all, always up the wall Number in the stall, you can call it if you want But you a punk, but you fall into a clutch So now she pretty even when ? of ditty ? Hollering about the liberty she never going to give me Feel like a buster can't help that I lust her Thinking of comforts like eating out (? a or her ?) dumpster It's too disgusting to discus How could I love her when she's so scandalous Put us in the projects eating off the crust Dreams turn to ashes and trust turn to dust Sell her your soul might even make you famous She's.. cold enough to make my grandmother cus [Verse 2: Zumbi]