Cadillacs Ayesha Erotica

[Verse 1]
He wanna fuck me in his Cadillac
But I don't think I can handle that
I've fucked in beemers, yachts and ships
But never in a used up piece of shit
He's thin, tall, pale and frail
He's got no money, fresh out of jail
He writes poems and reads books
Bad credit, but a good cook
I like him a lot and think he's cute
With his V-necks and his big boots
But when he finally picked me up
I knew that we would never fuck
He used to be a money maker
Now it's all a deal breaker
I knew he was too good to be true
He couldn't afford to even feed you

[Pre-Chorus]
He used to drive a Mercedes
But his father cut him off
His father cut him off, his father cut him off
He used to drive a Mercedes
But his father cut him off
I would've made him babies but his father cut him off (Uh)