I wrote this tune for a friend’s boy band.  Pretend it’s an mp3 or just enjoy the moment of zen that the spinning PBR light offers.

You can bring home the bacon-
I’ll fry it up in the pan
You can be all you wanna be
I’m a man who understands (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Do your thing how you wanna
Change  your mind on a dime
Love my woman cause you do so good  – you’re so fine

And when you come home, sugar mama I’ll be there
When you wash up, thinking on your day
Take a deep breath – I know your mind is running wild

Too much to do, pay the bills cause you gotta
Feed them birds cause they eat more than Jabba
Work your bod so you feel like you wanna
You look so good like you do, don’t worry

You can just leave it all up to me, yeah
You can just leave it all up to me, yeah

Got all my eggs in your basket
I see you strut I want to howl
You got me good, can’t you tell

Take a moment to yourself or better
Take a night on the town
You deserve to let yourself get loose and get down

And when you come home
Sugar mama I’ll be there
I’ll be washed up, headed straight your way
Better watch out, I know you like you know yourself

Just under your ear there’s a spot makes you holler
I’ll take your coat, you’re about to get hotter
Work your bod so you feel like you wanna
You feel so good like you do, don’t worry

You can just leave it all up to me, yeah
You can just leave it all up to me, yeah
You can just leave it all up to me, yeah