Sugar Mama

Sugar Mama I need a sugar mama someone to take care of me let me drink in the bar drive her Porsche car watch her big screen TV when my pockets don't jingle She'll always spot me a couple of bucks She'll never ask where I been and when I do come in she can always count on my love as long as her checks don't bounce she doesn't have to be pretty Beauty is nothing money can't buy I can picture me in her Jacuzzi living the easy life Say I'm fool for money I've been a bigger “Fool For Love” Why should I give it away when I can make it pay and enjoy working overtime Not worried about nickels and dimes I need me a sugar momma to take me under her Wing I'll kiss her hand I'll say yes ma'am I won't curse in front of her friends We'll vacation down in Barbados getting suntanned on her yacht with a beer in my hand I'll think of my friends and everything they ain't got We’ll be happy believe it or not Sugar mama I'll do just what I'm told Sugar Mama I'll be your country boy gigolo I'll throw away my boots and jeans Shave and wear a Tuxedo. even learn the Tango and teach you how to Cotton Eye Joe Sugar Mama take me home. ©2017