Oak Cliff Bra Songtext

Sittin' on the front porch in Oak Cliff with my bra - watchin' some cars go by.
A lady with a baby with only one shoe walks by.
The baby on her shoulder has his mouth open more than his eyes.
Where's his other shoe?
A little bird is bathin' on the driveway in a puddle of old rain.
A station wagon honks and swerves and almost hits a squirrel.
The squirrel gets crazy eyed and zippers back and forth across the pavement.
Talk about close calls.
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