Dance Mommy - Ghetto Dogs

I got an addiction to the Finer things in life She look like a million bucks But I'm the trophy wife She independent, when she likes it, buys it She loves to wear the pants and I don't mind (what's wrong with that?) Ooh, sugar mommy, taste just like biscotti C-c-caramel body, I know she always got me She my sugar mommy, hotter than wasabi She the bomb, sake, sake, whoo Sugar mommy, ooh-ooh Yeah, my sugar mommy love me and I know she always got me Sugar mommy, ooh-ooh Yeah, my sugar mommy got me, aw, yeah, aw, yeah And it's nobody's business But I like the things that I like I-, I ain't a gold digger Yeah, I would stay with her, even if she lost every penny tonight She independent, when she likes it, buys it She loves to wear the pants and I don't mind (what's wrong with that?) Ooh, sugar mommy, taste just like biscotti C-c-caramel body, I know she always got me She my sugar mommy, hotter than wasabi She the bomb, sake, sake, whoo Sugar mommy, ooh-ooh Yeah, my sugar mommy love me and I know she always got me Sugar mommy, ooh-ooh Yeah, my sugar mommy got me, aw, yeah, aw, yeah

I've got a feeling, I've got a feeling These broken nights and bitter ends We would always starve and devour Our closest friends, my beautiful friends Paranoia, my paranoia Can't let it go, it never lets me go What am I feeling? Why am I feeling? Forecast into the freezing cold Dogs eating dogs, dogs eating dogs, dogs eating dogs Dogs eating dogs, dogs eating dogs, dogs eating dogs I'm the last and the first in a very sad set of eyes To the bone, to the knees, to the factory line I am numb to the shot, I have a crippling fear of heights 'Cause the fall sounds a lot like a symphony of cries Your only hope is burning down the chapel All getting washed out with the tide We need to find some middle ground It's always sex or suicide Dogs eating dogs, dogs eating dogs, dogs eating dogs Dogs eating dogs, dogs eating dogs, dogs eating dogs I'm the last and the first in a very sad set of eyes To the bone, to the knees, to the factory line I am numb to the shot, I have a crippling fear of heights 'Cause the fall sounds a lot like a symphony of cries Dogs eating dogs, dogs eating dogs, dogs eating dogs Dogs eating dogs, dogs eating dogs, dogs eating dogs I'm the last and the first in a very sad set of eyes To the bone, to the knees, to the factory line I am numb to the shot, I have a crippling fear of heights 'Cause the fall sounds a lot like a symphony of cries