| I’ve got a sweet tooth
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| For licorice drops and jelly roll.
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| Hey Sugar Daddy,
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| Hansel needs some sugar in his bowl.
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| I’ll lay out fine china on the linen
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| And polish up the chrome
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| If you’ve got some sugar for me,
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| Sugar Daddy bring it home.
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| Black strap molasses,
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| You’re my orange blossom honey bear.
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| Bring me Versace blue jeans
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| And black designer underwear.
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| We’ll dress up like the disco-dancing jet set
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| In Milan and Rome.
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| If you got some sugar for me,
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| Sugar Daddy bring it home.
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| Oh the thrill of control,
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| Like the rush of rock and roll,
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| It’s the sweetest taste I’ve known,
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| If you’ve got some sugar bring it home
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| When honey bees go shopping
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| It’s something to be seen.
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| They swarm to wild flowers
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| And get nectar for the queen.
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| And every thing you bring me
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| got me dripping like a honeycomb,
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| And if you’ve got some sugar for me,
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| Sugar Daddy, bring it home.
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| Oh the thrill of control,
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| Like a Blitzkrieg on the roll,
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| It’s the sweetest taste I’ve known,
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| So if you’ve got some sugar
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| Bring it home.
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| Oh come on, Sugar Daddy, bring it home!
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| Whiskey and French cigarettes,
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| A motorbike with high- speed jets,
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| A Waterpik, a Cuisinart,
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| And a hypo-allergenic dog.
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| Oh, I want all the luxuries of the modern age,
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| And every item on every page
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| In the Lillian Vernon catalogue.
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| (spoken)
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| Luther: Oh baby, something’s crossed my mind.
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| I was thinking you’d look so fine
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| In a velvet dress
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| With heels and an ermine stole.
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| Hansel: Oh, Luther darling, heaven knows
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| I’ve never put on women’s clothes!
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| Except for once
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| My mother’s camisole.
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| So you think only a woman
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| Can truly love a man.
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| Then you buy me the dress
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| I’ll be more woman than a man like you can stand.
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| I’ll be your Venus on a chocolate clam shell
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| Rising on a sea of marshmallow foam,
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| And if you’ve got some sugar for me,
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| Sugar Daddy, bring it home.
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| It’s our tradition to control,
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| Like Erich Honecker and Helmut Khol,
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| From the Ukraine to the Rhone.
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| Sweet home uber alles,
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| Lord, I’m coming home.
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| So come on, Sugar Daddy, bring me home. |