To Canada.
To Canada.
To Canada.
To Canada.
To Canada.
To Canada.
To Canada.
To Canada.
To Canada.
You only want my money, but not my dick.
So I'm just gonna pounce like this,
without getting anything.
You're a luxury slut,
without a knife,
or have I misunderstood?
Because when you smell money,
you're always ready.
You look like a superstar,
but I'm not your sugar daddy.
You've got the parade up,
and I can see you're ready.
But again, baby, I'll never be your sugar daddy.
I want you to be my sugar daddy.
But I'll never be your sugar daddy.
To Canada.
To Canada.
To Canada.
To Canada.
To Canada.
To Canada.
To Canada.
To Canada.
Look, Edelspaten, * away, you * loser.
You don't get any sympathy,
just because you're standing there and whining.
I call you a loser,
yes,
because that's what you are.
You'll never be a * crown.
You don't get any trademark, or bling bling.
You should turn around,
because you're not worth a damn.
You want to give me a kiss?
You still don't get a kiss.
I'm not a loser,
I'm not your * sugar daddy.
You know me.
You know me.
You know me.
You know me.
You don't know me.
You know me.
You know me.
You know me.
Baby, I'll never be your sugar daddy.