You married me my sweet for what I am, a millionaire,
But Sugar Daddy loves you for he knows you really care,
You’re his sweet, lovely, precious girl, with you none can compare.
Although I’m so much older, you’ve no time for younger men,
And how you’ll live when I am gone is quite beyond your ken,
But you should think about the future every now and then.
Sugar Daddy loves you, and he bought you a big car,
And diamond rings,
And pretty things,
And feeds you caviar.
You drink champagne, expensive wine, and dine in restaurants,
You rub shoulders with politicians, film stars, debutantes...
Your Daddy really spoils you, gives you everything you want.
My precious girl’s a butterfly, so delicate and fine,
It makes me very smug and satisfied to think she’s mine.
My angel, come down to Earth, so beautiful, so divine.
Daddy loves you, little girl, exactly how you are,
But if you want, just say the word, and I’ll make you a star,
I’ll turn my angel into a queen of the cinema.
And if that doesn’t work out, well, you’ll make your name in pop,
I’ll make my girl a singing star, and guide her to the top,
And if that doesn’t work either, will that mean you’re a flop?
Of course not, we’ll find something else to turn your talents to,
The public have no taste, that’s why they don’t rave over you,
But Daddy does, he worships you, and everything you do.
I’ll make you a star, I promise, but later, not today,
Let me have you all to myself, let’s lock ourselves away.
I love you so much, Butterfly, so delicate and fine,
It makes me very smug and satisfied to think you’re mine.
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