Lauran Hibberd Sugardaddy Lyrics

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, cuz I got

Stacks around the house
It's underneath the floor or in the lounge
It's only bits of paper lying 'round
Everything you need is on the ground
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're liking now it's
Hanging over my head like a cloud
When did it start to feel like if 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 cheque
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