Sugardaddy

Well if you think I look like I'm not listening
Babe I wasn't looking at you
And all that gold you see glistening
I'd hate to have to tell you the truth
Thank you for asking but I can make it home somehow

Too sour for your sugar daddy now
Too sour for your sugar daddy now

Now do you see them bums glaring at me
As you zero in like you never miss?
Nice girl like you knows exactly
What she's doing in an ashtray like this
Blue eyes are colder than the sweat here on my brow

Too sour for your sugar daddy now
Too sour for your sugar daddy now

But there was a time
I could have taken you high
To the top of the wheel
Your hand in mine
Those fairground dreams
Laid out below
They crane their necks
They watch the show

Well if you want the wisdom of ages
Honey you can have it for free
You just get dumber in stages
Why the hell you looking at me?
And this pride I'm drinking fast as breathing will allow

Too sour for your sugar daddy now
Too sour for your sugar daddy now
Too sour for your sugar daddy now



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Writer(s): Ian Coles
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