You want em' I got em'. Drippin like water (uh, the candy man caaan). You Want em' I got em'. Drippin like water' (e-fo'ty). You want em' I got em'(sticky-icky).
Candy told me nothing really matters anymore. And when I ask her what she means she says I ought to know. Candy said she's made arrangements for me in the sand.
I'm so addicted to the loving that you're feeding to me. Can't do without it, this feeling's got me weak in the knees. Body's in withdrawal every time you take it away.
Oh, yeah. It's my favorite feeling. Not there what a good place to be. Too bad it's still raining inside. . Alcohol. . So cool. It gets better to be here.