Those mystical shadows in your young eyes,
Cover the message of your many lies,
If only I knew my little honey
You were only after my pots of money.
I bought you a fancy car,
Diamonds and pearls in a jar,
No problem I gave you nuggets of gold
Maybe maybe I’m too ruddy old,
Now I’m left out in the cold.
Our honeymoon by the falls of Niagara
Was a downright flop when I lost my Viagra,
Then as I stood tall
To top it all,
You told me to ride the falls inside a big barrel,
As you rode off with our young chauffeur Darrel.
It turned out it was said I was the silly old baddy,
An’ life ain’t sweet being an old sugar daddy.
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