This is the last lollipop
That's drying at home
The keys to your Corvette
Are no longer in my jacket
I can't find your hiding place
With all the banknotes
Where you keep the candies
And the code for the million

Yes, I will always be the kid
Full of papers that sparkle
In the pockets of all my jeans
Where our wrinkles equalize
So, yes, I capitalize
On the sweets of life
No, it's not incest
It's also love

Give me cash, daddy
Liquid all my life
Everything that goes "ooh-la-la"
That settles my paradise
Give me your thing, daddy
A bit of money too
Everyone just deserves

Their sugar daddy
Their daddy
Their sugar daddy
Their daddy

What is this kind of joy
That makes me so greedy?
I'm happy to keep the bundle
And your least blue card
I'm not a son for nothing
I like candies that stick well
That stay between your teeth
Until the very last payment

If some cavities invite themselves
I'll do it with joy
I'd rather be ugly and rich
Than sleep alone without a roof
And I'll be much less sad
In all the parties with Amex
With a nostalgic air
From when I was drowning in debt

Give me cash, daddy
Liquid all my life
Everything that goes "ooh-la-la"
That settles my paradise
Give me your thing, daddy
A bit of money too
Everyone just deserves

Their sugar daddy
Their daddy
Their sugar daddy
Their daddy
Their sugar daddy
Their daddy
Their sugar daddy
Their daddy

Their sugar daddy

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