Sometimes, I think I'm scared. Sometimes I know. I feel like making love. Sometimes I don't. . I feel like letting go. Maybe not. I feel like giving up.
Sometimes I think I'm scared. Sometimes I know. I feel like making love. Sometimes I don't. . I feel like letting go. Maybe not. I feel like giving up.
She's the one with lips like candy, candy. Like a dog, well, I'm a comin' runnin'. She got eyes that burn right through me, through me. She told me her name, calls herself Candy, Candy.