Sugar Mama

Could you open up your wallet
 So I can peek inside?
 Do you have a car to drive and a job that pays you right?
 Cuz baby, I'm not the sugar mama kind.
 Now I've had my share of actors
 And writers are a chore.
 Musicians never pay the rent, I've seen it all before
 So baby, I'm not the sugar mama kind
 Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh
 Now shower me with flowers
 And buy me naughty things
 The amazon could be so so hot or Paris in the spring...
 It's on you babe, I'm not the sugar mama kind
 Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh
 Now the moral to the story is
 Play your cards just right
 And you won't be fooled by the playboy who'll just take you on a ride
 Oh baby, I'm not the sugar mama kind
 Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh