La Dee Da - David Simard
Written by：David Simard
She stole that distant look
Her lines read like a book
Oh in 1946
She's got an old new bag of tricks
She'll take you down the stairs
Put petunias in your hair
Not quite sure if they're real
She's a modern girl with a vintage feel
Yododoooo ode
Yododoooo ode
Yododoooo ode
Yododoooo odeeee
Yododo
Yododo
With twenty years she glows
Forever older she grows
And with the sweetest little flinch
She regardless gains an inch
Oh but no she'll never quit
Yes she'll find that dress to fit
And she knows Brigitte Bardot
Was a modern girl
Not that
Long ago
Her picture's on the walls la dee da
The new fashions of fall and Dada
Dadada
At the bottom of the stairs
She looks over
Her shoulder
Put your head upon her breast
When you kiss her
Taste a hipster
And you stick it to her
Do you know
Just how true love doth grow
With a vapid
Look
Like coal
Says does this fur
Look faux
On the corner of St Cat's and at water
The coroner stands where you laid her down
On the modern ground
La dee da