I come home from a long day
You've left me a gift
A present that you say
"Is to help after a long shift"
The money the gifts and everything you give
You say it gives you a reason, to live
But sometimes I guess I feel guilty
For using you and swearing fealty
When we both know when the door closes
I'm no longer yours
When the cash ends and we turn the bend
I'm no longer yours
But while it's flowing we can enjoy it
Bring home gifts, see if they fit
Anything you buy ill have no problem
But know it's only for materialistic gain
A no strings relationship
Money grabbing boy toy
I'm much too young to be coy
You're not family
You're just my sugar daddy
We both know the deal
Our faith it's sealed
So keep bringing it home
And my body you can steal
r.b
Background Story:
Pretty obvious this poems about being a sugar baby (someone who has a sugar daddy, I do my research okay). There's really not much to say in the words on a back story for this one, it explains itself.
Song was chosen for obvious reasons.
Hope none of you have one because honestly letting someone use you for money is glorified prostitution.