I've got male intuition I've got sexual ambition I'm the last great tradition Let me state my position
The older I get The better I was It's all just a show It's all just because The show must go on What else can it do? I'm gonna drop the load on you
Sugar, sugar daddy, Sugar
I got no inhibition I got all the ammunition Got the moves with position Can't you see my condition?
You gotta get your hands dirty When you're digging a ditch And : gods Revenge on the rich
Got the money got the moves Got the looks and the brakes Got the shirt got the shoes Got what it takes
You've got to lay it down Tell me what you need You've got to lay it down Get up, up from your feet you know I get it down You wanted sorrow, want it sweet Daddy always gives you what is good for you
Sugar, sugar daddy, Sugar
I've got male intuition It's a desperate condition Nearly out of ammunition Sexual ambition
Whoa! Holy schmoly I'm a one man army Yeah, a one man mob Woo-hoo I'm the McDaddy You don't send a boy to do a man's job
And you make me feel Like I'm not alone I've been singing this song Since before you were born Baby, you're invited But your friend can't come He's a little too excited Maybe a little too young
Ah baby, you're invited But your friend can't come He's a little too rich Maybe a little too young The show must go on What else can it do? I'm gonna drop it all on you
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