"Rent-A-Cop" as written by and Benjamin Scott Folds....
I'm trollin' food court for girls
Yeah, it's the best job in the world
Yeah, they know they're safe with me
They love my little mustache
They love a man in uniform, oh

With my sunglasses
They can't see what I'm really looking at
And as they're walking by
I whisper through my doughnut
Hey baby, baby, light that ass on fire

How long must this day go on
I got to stand here two more hours
'Til I punch the clock
How long must this day go on

No kid, they don't give me a gun
I don't get paid enough to run
So you can call me what you want
I'll be hanging at the checkout
Checking out your girlfriend
Figure out how she's going to fit all of that
Butt into that underwear, yeah, yeah

Hey girl, if you can't recall
Where you parked your daddy's car

Then I could help you out
All alone in this great big mall, oh

How long must this day go on
I got to stand here two more hours
'Til it's Miller time
How long must this day go on
Whoa, oh, oh, oh

I'm trolling food court for girls

I whisper through my doughnut
I whisper through my doughnut
I whisper through my doughnut
Hey baby baby, hey baby baby baby
Light that, light that ass on fire

Alright that's good


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"Rent a Cop" as written by Benjamin Scott Folds Ben Folds

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