left the moonshine down south
and drank all the natty
now I'm a big city girl
may I call you sugar daddy?
see I've got nice manners
big hats, high heels but
none of that matters
If I can't be your candy
I loved a boy once
With pretty blue eyes
Sandy white hair
And a mouth full of lies
He rode a big truck
With a brain full of hay
Whispering sweet nothings
Like let's marry someday
So I felt in his pocket
Reaching for the jewels
But you can't buy my love
With pennies and bubblegum
Left the moonshine down south
and I drank all the natty
now I'm a big city girl
may I call you sugar daddy?
I found a studio palace
And bought a cashmere bed
Satin sheets with diamonds
Just can't pay the rent
Who cares if I'm 17
And your 45
I saw your Ferrari
I'm old enough to drive
Left the moonshine down south
and I drank all the natty
now I'm a big city girl
may I call you sugar daddy?
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