The
sugar daddy
The
city folks wait
The
rural folks hope
When
he comes
He
brings his bag
What's
in the bag he doesn't tell?
He
just smile carrying by his lackeys
As
he steps out of his car
The
supporters line the road
The
banners saying how good he is
The
hot sun shining on their heads
The
haze make it a sign
The
sugar daddy
He
steps up to deliver
He
wants to make you believe
He
has the money...
If
the people know the truth
He
is just a trickster to make you believe
What
he wants is the real money in the vault
It's
calling him but he can't get the key...
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