Okay, fine I admit it. The money is nice, so is the apartment, the clothes and the jewelry; everything he gives me is nice. I don’t have to worry about having enough cash in my wallet to pay for my groceries and it’s nice to know that my electricity won’t be cut off because I didn’t have enough money to cover the bill. He takes good care of me, real good care of me. All I have to do is keep my pretty little mouth shut and I have everything I ever want, of course there’s a cost, there always is.
You see I’m a five foot three, one hundred and ten pound, twenty three year old brunette with daddy issues, if you can call them that. My father left my mom and me when I was only six, it was up to my mama to bring home the bacon, and she did. You see my mom turned into a street walker the moment my old man bailed on us. With the money she earned from sleeping with random men she managed to get us a tiny flat, there was always food in the fridge and I was never walking around barefoot. But my mama was hardly ever around and when she was she was too busy worrying over the pile of bills to have a tea party with me. So I guess it comes to no surprise that with that upbringing I turned out a little less than perfect.
It’s not like I’m some crack whore who sleeps around, no, I don’t turn tricks for an ounce of coke. I don’t work the streets and I sure as hell don’t blow any random guy. The only crime I have committed is getting involved with the wrong crowd and that wasn’t even my fault. It’s not like I went out looking for a mobster. He found me.
A Who’s Your Daddy? mini playlist
I’m addicted to you, hooked on your love like a powerful drug I can’t get enough. Lost in your eyes drowning in blue, outta control what can I do? I’m addicted to you.
Been wondering if your heart’s still open and if so I wanna know what time it shuts, simmer down and pucker up. I’m sorry to interrupt, it’s just I’m constantly on the cusp of trying to kiss you.
You say that you love me but you act like you don’t, you used to adore me laughed at all of my jokes. Don’t take this the wrong way, you put me in harms way.
Breaks a billion hearts I know I’m next in line but I don’t mind. I want her everybody wants her she knows it. I want her but I better run away.
Could you be the queen of hearts or the devil in disguise with every move I’m blinded by those diamonds in her eyes. I’ve got some bad addiction, baby it’s you yeah, yeah that’s right and I feel you taking over me