Sugardaddy

I was only young when he told me That he had enough from me to just Stay home and relax Don't worry 'bout the money and the bank, 'cause I got Stacks around the house It's underneath the floorboards in the lounge It's only bits of paper lying 'round Everything you need is underground I think it feels right Would you like to be my sugardaddy? I'm tired of working seven days a week He's old enough to treat me properly In five more years he might die in his sleep I was wearing red That dress you like And now it's hanging over my head like a cloud When did it start to feel like this? You say you love me and you'll pay for it Am I your little pet? You keep me rest and fed I say it twice and then you write me a check It's like you never care if I'm upset I wish you could slot notes into my head, head Would you like to be my sugardaddy? I'm tired of working seven days a week He's old enough to treat me properly In five more years he might die in his sleep He might die in his sleep He might die in his sleep Would you like to be my sugardaddy? I'm tired of working seven days a week He's old enough to treat me properly In five more years he might die in his sleep