The Sugar Daddy's Woman
He is seventy four and she is twenty seven with light brown and wavy shoulder length hair
You've guessed right to say he is a sugar daddy one of the Town's wealthier a known millionaire
She feels she is better off with him than with one of her own age a fellow with only a few dollars to spare
He buys her a good time and he treats her as special and for her he does seem to genuinely care.
She is happy to be the sugar daddy's woman money speaks every language and 'tis always been that way
An old man with money better than a poor young bloke who will be a battler until his dying day
The Local young blokes of the older bloke jealous they find it hard to come to terms with how he
Could be going to bed with the Town's fairest young woman without realizing they are restricted by their poverty.
Than seventy four he looks many years younger at a guess one might say from fifty to fifty two
Amazing what a face lift and a bottle of brown hair dye as well as some makeup for an old face can do
She carries her first child it will be his seventh yet he feels as proud as any younger father to be
Her son or her daughter into wealth will be born and that sounds better than being born into poverty.
Despite she being pregnant she does look quite radiant her sugar daddy for her left his old wife
Money speaks every language seems all too apparent and she can look forward to a better life
Than being with one of her own age struggling to make ends meet when poverty bites in love quickly decay
And though she does not love her sugar daddy she does love his money a good reason with him why she ought to stay.
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The Old Sugar Daddy's Woman
It isn't for love she is with him the ageing and bald headed Stan
But to his money she is surely attracted and money in her eyes makes the man
A blond in her late twenties and quite attractive and he has turned seventy four
But money to her is what matters and he is worth fifty million or more,
Young enough to be his grand daughter his eldest grandchild is her age
Her sugar daddy he is ageing a very wealthy man but not a sage
To him she is heavily pregnant to his vast fortune another heir
Her first child a son or a daughter will be born as a millionaire,
She is known as the sugar daddy's woman her man may have known a better day
But money to her is what matters and for herself she is doing okay
He may not look a young muscular sex symbol with hair dye he covers his gray
But money does speak every language and of you says more than words can ever say
Her lover is forty five years older than her but he is a wealthy old guy
And he has got plenty of money and few things that money cannot buy.
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It Is Thanks To Money
It is thanks to money that he has a beautiful young wife
And it is thanks to money that he lives the good life
And though he earned his fortune in the honest way
Money speaks every language as some like to say.
It is thanks to money that others him do admire
And of singing his praises some cannot seem to tire
Were he a retired working class fellow few of him would know
You win more admirers as your bank account grow.
In his early seventies his young wife his wife number three
With him she will never know of poverty
A dark haired beauty of twenty five the same age as his oldest grand-son
Money does speak every language when all is said and done.
Together they walk hand in hand down the street
His gray hair dyed dark brown so full of self conceit
He is a self made multi millionaire for to give him his due
But that money speaks every language happens to be true.
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The Gold Coast Sugar Daddies
On the Gold Coast are many 'sugar daddies'
From fifty upwards beyond the three score
You see them hand in hand with younger women
From nineteen, twenty up to twenty four.
You see them wearing wigs to hide their baldness
And they use hair dyes to cover their gray
But they can't seem to hide their big pot bellies
And that of course a natural give away.
You see them with the finest of young women
Quite beautiful and dressed to catch the eye
They snuggle up to their old sugar daddies
Not much of course that money cannot buy.
They seem so proud to be seen with young beauties
How vain and stupid some old men can be
These women only want them for their money
But for some strange reason this they cannot see.
These women do not love their sugar daddies
They only use them for financial gain
And how these old men can't tell true love from falseness
Is something way beyond me to explain.
It doesn't mean if you are older you are wiser
For wisdom to an old man can't be taught
They think young women love them not their money
But they forget that women can be bought.
Some women put money ahead of feelings
And to the weakness of wealthy older men they play
They lead the fool on further for his money
But women on a whole are not that way.
You always see them with the finest women
Young and beautiful and dressed to catch the eye
These ageing 'sugar daddies' of the Gold Coast
There is not much that money cannot buy.
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Because Of Money
Because of money people wish on others harm or ill
And because of money people others do injure or kill
And because of money great friendships have come to an end
And money can make you an enemy or make you a friend
To those with the power of money respect we do pay
And money speaks every language some are known to say
And those with the most money great power do command
That is something that is not hard to understand
Those with heaps of money enjoy the good life
The millionaire in his seventies has a twenty two year old wife
With brown hair to her shoulders and lovely to behold
She would not be with him if he were poor and old
But because of his money with him she will stay
Money speaks every language that's life as some say.
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That Money Speaks Every Language
That money speaks every language has often been said before
And what also applies to money is much always wants more
And that moneyed people rule the World is something we all know
The more money they accumulate the more their power does grow.
Compared to those in poverty the millionaires seem few
And in saying that money speaks every language is not saying anything new
For every millionaire there is thousands in poverty
It is money and the lack of it that causes inequality.
That with money speaks every language most surely would agree
That's how it was and that's how it is and that's how 'twill always be
The poor sad pauper of the street to greatness none inspire
It is those who have heaps of money that others do admire.
Their dreams of success and wealth and fame so many do pursue
And that money speaks every language so happens to be true
For the poor of the poor suburb success seems far away
And the gap between the haves and the have nots is widening by the day.
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Money Is Quite Important
Not much about most things I can claim to know
But I'm certain that money on trees does not grow
And though in the Human World money is the most important thing
Of love lost and found singers prefer to sing
Money is quite important why otherwise pretend
The pauper you will find does not have a friend
Those with plenty money can live the good life
The wealthy old bloke has a lovely young wife
He feels that she loves him but he has got it wrong
Her love for his money than for him far more strong
Money speaks every language a truth often told
And those who have plenty of it are never too old
To have someone far younger to with them walk hand in hand
In the street or the park or on the sunlit strand.
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Oh To Be Wealthy And Famous
Oh to be wealthy and famous living in a big house by the sea
With a Rolls Royce in my garage of money worries quite free
Seen as a successful person with heaps of money to spend
Everyone would want to know me everyone would be my friend.
I could help the poor and needy for others I could do good
I could help you out then poor fellow instead of saying I would help you if I could
Money it speaks every language pity the poor and downtrod
Surely there is nothing greater than money the great paper god.
I could do wonders with money help those in dire poverty
Be an example to others to worthy causes donate generously
Instead I struggle for survival one of the poor of our Street
Life for me an uphill battle struggling for to make ends meet.
Oh to be wealthy and famous the wealthiest man in the Town
I could be generous with money help those financially down
Instead I am just a poor battler who would wish to be my friend
I who must be careful with money and count every dollar I spend?
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Sugar
Sugar, Sugar
How I wanna be your baby boy
Sugar, Sugar
How I wanna be your play toy
Got no time for every woman
Thinking that shes looking fine
Got no pockets full of money no no no
A fox would just be wasting her time
All I got is good good loving
And good loving doesnt have to find
Hey!
Sugar, Sugar
How I wanna be your baby boy
Sugar, Sugar
How I wanna be your play toy
Get it baby!
Ehhhhhhh
Mmmmmmmmhmmmm yeah
Got no need for fancy places
Got no need for cannon and wine
Got no need to move to the city no no no
Got no need to walk the line
All i need is good home cooking
And some sugar after supper time
Heeyy hey
Sugar, Sugar
How I wanna be your baby boy
Sugar, Sugar
How I wanna be your play toy
Ohh sugar
Ohh sugar
Ooohhhooohhhooohhh sugar
Ohh sugar
Ohh sugar ...
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Preachers Daughter
(rickey medlocke - ronnie vanzant)
Well, just keep on runnin mama, till you cant run no more
You no your sister told your mama bout the boy next door
Well, I see your sugar daddy comin around the corner
I wonder if he knows your the preachers daughter, oh no
Well, I seen you through your window, baby, many times before
Yeah theres a hundred different lovers knockin on your back door
Well, I see your sugar daddy comin around the corner
I wonder if he knows your the preachers daughter, oh no
Well, keep on runnin mama, till you cant get no ?
Youre just a no good woman lord, I aint lyin
Well, I see your sugar daddy comin around the corner
I wonder if he knows your the preachers daughter, oh no
And Im takin about the preachers daughter
Doin what she hadnt oughta
Gettin on down
With every stud in town
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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Money Does Speak All Languages
Money does speak all languages or so 'twould seem that way
A lot of once wealthy people in eternal rest now lay
They left their millions behind them that's life as some might say
The reaper makes all equal and respect to none he does pay
You may be a multi millionaire the wealthiest of your tribe
But you cannot buy time off of the reaper the one you cannot bribe
Not one who respects rank or title as well as wealth and fame
The pauper and the billionaire he does treat as the same,
Money speaks every language for many it opens doors
And one never finds large sums of it when vacuuming the floors
Those who have plenty money are never short of a friend
And those who will tell you differently are those who like to pretend
That money is not that important and though money cannot buy life
For an old bloke in his eighties money can buy a younger wife.
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On The Poverty Line
A mother and grandmother near the end of her life
To an unworthy fellow she was a good wife
Without provocation her he often did beat
But at least she feels happy she is not on the street
As a homeless person struggling for to make ends meet
Without a roof over her head and with little to eat
And though she cannot afford to go out for to wine and to dine
She feels happy to live on the poverty line.
The hard life has left her with lines on her face
But poverty she is happy to embrace
One of the people by society forgot
But she is not one to complain of her lot.
For millions and millions life is so unfair
And so many more like her in the big World out there
For millions a huge struggle just to get by
For success they no longer bother to try.
Her ex husband left her for a younger woman a decade ago
She is better without him that much she does know
She took his abuse and his every blow
But any bitterness towards him she never does show.
She lives as a good person and spiritually pure
But she does not know how it feels to live as financially secure
She never eats out never tasted good wine
The one who exists on the poverty line.
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A Company C E O
A company C E O and seen as a success in life
But he beats his children and he beats his wife
And for his young mistress he buys a good time
But these things when you are wealthy are not seen as a crime
That money does speak every language in his case does apply
To be a good husband and father he does not even try
He may not be a good husband and father but that seems okay
As money more about you it seems more does say
Than compassion or kindness or morality can
He is seen as a good and a successful person though an immoral man
Far from a nice person though a millionaire
And that money speaks every language he is all too aware
Far from a good husband and father but never the less
He is a big Corporation C E O and seen as a success.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Sucker In A 3 Piece
Shes so fine
How about a 9 on a 10 scale
With long legs straight on up to her lunch pail
Sweet little wishbone, oh yeah
Dont wanna break her in half
Lick up one side and down the other
Always makes her laugh
She take me down, down, down to the bottom
I got everything you wanted
Give you everything you need
Still you want that sugar daddy over me
She want a sucker, sucker in a 3 piece
A sucker all dressed up in a 3 piece suit
Im on fire with just one look
Got me a brand new number
In my little black book
But she dont like the way I dress
She dont like the way I wear my hair
But when I roll you over baby, you dont care
Just take me down, down, down, down to the bottom
Give me everything I want
Give me everything I want
You dont want that sugar daddy, not over me
She want a sucker, sucker in a 3 piece
A sucker all dressed up in a 3 piece suit
Oh say it isnt so, baby
You wanna sucker
He just a sucker
He just a sucker
Look at all that money, baby
Ya know your sugar daddy
Youre a sugar mama
Youre both a bunch of suckers
Oh how he got a big ole belly
A stone bald head
Now, listen here, honey
That aint down your alley, no
Hes just a sucker in a 3 piece
Sucker in a 3 piece suit
Sucker.
Stone cold, sugar daddy
Sucker all dressed up in a 3 piece suit
song performed by by Van Halen
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If I Had A Million In Money
Though money will not save you from the reaper and your mental depression won't cure
I'd rather be wealthy and unhappy than to be unhappy and poor
For how can some one poor be truly happy and it does not make much sense to me
When some says he is happy go lucky though he is living in poverty?
If I had a million in money I could help out a needy few
For if you are a poor ordinary battler not much to help out can you do
I know what it feels like without money one might say tell us something new
And that money can speak any language as ever happens to be true.
You may be a well meaning person a kind soul with a heart of gold
But lack of money is your major drawback the same old story as of old
And without money you cannot do much for others though you can help them in some other way
Like doing work for some needy person without asking for any pay.
If I had a million in money I could help a few friends in need
And others would say he is generous and by good example he lead
But I am as poor as a church mouse and I've never been financially secure
And like everyone lacking in money I cannot do much for the poor.
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On Overhearing Two Arguing About Poverty
I over heard two fellows arguing about poverty
Whilst I sat in the cafe drinking coffee
And in truth I could not help but overhear them
As they sat at the next table to me.
The older of the two a silver gray haired fellow
Said to rid the World of want and poverty
We would need to depose every despotic leader
But the younger bloke with him did not agree.
He said in so called wealthy societies there's want and hunger
And where affluence is poverty too abound
From here you don't walk far to see poor people
For poverty is everywhere around.
The older bloke countered but this is a free Country
And those in poverty have themselves only to blame
And if hungry people in our midst are living
Do not expect me to feel any shame
The younger man again with him did differ
Saying want is caused by those who only care
For themselves alone and their own self interest
Many must grow poorer for to make one millionaire.
I left them there in the cafe to argue
And not for me to say who is wrong or right
For both of them looked well dressed and well fed fellows
And they won't go to bed hungry tonight.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Whoever Said Money With It Does Not Bring
Their families and friends and loved ones with expensive gifts they can shower
Whoever said money with it does not bring great power
Are wrong in their thinking to me it does seem
The pauper will never be held in high esteem
For my thinking on this matter credit I am not due
Since I only say here what is obviuosly true
Whoever first said money speaks every language surely got it right
With little of it life is an uphill fight
Though of happiness money not a guarantee
You will not find many who embrace poverty
Not many happy faces on Poverty Street
Where most have to struggle just to make ends meet
The praises of the wealthy you hear many sing
And those with heaps of money have almost everything.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Daddy Can I Turn This?
There is a button and there's a switch
There is a needle and there's a dial
There is a lever I want to lift
And still you treat me like I'm a child
Daddy can I turn this?
Daddy can I turn this?
Will it be very dangerous?
Or will it taste nice?
You wash your hands with perfume and spice
I'll tell you when I want your advice
Daddy can I turn this?
Daddy can I turn this?
Is anybody acting your age?
You got a girl you keep in a cage
You give her present after a while
A birthday cake containing a file
Daddy can I turn this?
Daddy can I turn this?
The flashing lights go running 'round and 'round
It spits out money
It tastes like honey
So drink it down
It leaves the slightest chemical taste
It could be most unfortunate
Earrings that jangle before they're seen
She slaps your face like a tambourine
Daddy can I turn this?
Daddy can I turn this?
Daddy can I turn this?
Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Money Is Most Important
At the top of people's new year's wish list you won't find poverty
For money speaks every language as most would agree
A lack of money in people causes low self esteem
Money is the most important thing to most it does seem
Yes money is the most important thing
The praises of a pauper you will not hear one sing
Music, song and dance may be food of the soul
But people with plenty of money of power have control
And of the World that we live in it does seem sad to say
That money speaks every language in the World of today
Yes money to many it does matter most
To a pauper anyone does not drink a toast
And you will not find many to embrace poverty
Money is most important as most would agree.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Sugar
M. pinkard / s. mitchell / f. alexander
Sugar, i call my baby my sugar
I never maybe my sugar
That sugar baby of mine
He's special ration
Funny, he never asks for my money
All i give him is honey
And that he can spend anytime
I'd make a million trips to lips
It i were a bee
Because he's sweeter than chocolate candy to me
He's confectionary
Sugar, i never cheat on my sugar
Cause i'm too sweet on my sugar
That sugar baby of mine
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Poverty of Families
All they ever think about is how to survive their struggle,
They best be laborin', livin' on with their hustle.
Best be workin' overtime, best be feeding my child,
Best to hand it to the government, than acting all wild.
That's because that's how things work around here,
You have to follow the system cause' you're one useless gear.
But truth be told you just followin' your peers,
to the depths of anger, sadness, and despair.
You don't speak for yourself, so you just play follow the leader,
You just follow blindly and you ain't makin' money either.
Plus your daughter's hungry, who the hell is gon' feed her?
and then you left her for nothing, "Daddy I need ya! "
"Where are you daddy? When I need you the most?
You were there when life's good now you're gone like a ghost"
They had everything before and they so proud that they boast,
But then daddy lost his job, and that's what hurts the most.
So, mommy left daddy and daddy left me,
Then daddy came back and said that he's got me,
But all that sweety talk was gone and now he's doin' bad deeds,
Cause daddy is hustlin' now sellin' crack rocks and weed.
But he said it's for the better, life before is coming back now,
And daddy's makin' lot of money, but gettin' close with bad crowds,
I'm worried for daddy, cause he got death threats now,
But it all ended with the worst of all sounds.
4 gunshots to his body and 2 in his head,
They really made sure that my daddy's is dead,
But daddy really is, and now I'm really sad.
"Take care of yourself, honey." were the last words he said.
Now I'm cryin' an' cryin' and I feel like I'm dyin'.
I want to kill myself now but I don't feel like tryin'.
A mysterious force is pulling me to my goals,
The path of vengeance, to kill all my father's foes.
But then I talked to the man, that my dad talked to the most,
I talked to God, Jesus and the Holy Ghost.
I found it easy to talked to them, the line wasn't closed,
He taught me to live rather than go with the flow.
Soon I graduated college with the help of my father's money,
The money he earned while he still had a decent job,
I used to think we were broke then but the story is quite funny,
While he was working with high pay, he wasn't a slob.
Mommy went away because he wouldn't use the money he earned,
He saved money for my college and hid it an urn.
He always said to open it when I graduate high school,
And he did tell me that its the ash of granpa mike too.
So, the money in the urn could be used to save the day,
The day dad lost his job and the bills he couldn't pay,
But he insisted its college money for me,
And he saved it and I'm a graduate, So thats the story of the poverty of my family.
poem by Anthony Yaman D. Cabal
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