Experimental pop
Experimental
Sugardaddy
He saw her there, lying on her banana chair,
did she want him, did she see him, did she need him?
Sugardaddy, Sugardaddy, sugardaddy,
In her California sunset streetlight,
in her mirror a distant street-fight,
and on her lap, a purring white pussy cat!
Pussy cat,
He slicked back what was ever left of his hair,
trying to look cool, pretending that he just didn't care,
sugardaddy must always look so cool,
he wanted her back, sugardaddy's wise he is no fool,
and he wanted her back in his refrigerated lair,
She gently smiled, and sipped her cocktail, that she held,
pretending not to notice that he was even there,
she knew he was the real deal, telling by his hungry stare,
She lay back demurley in her banana chair,
She wanted him, she needed him, she looked at him,
sugardaddy, sugardaddy, sugardaddy!