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Watch out for Candy, Âcause she will break you.
SheÂs not afraid of anything, she keeps on pushing through
but sheÂs not the kind of girl that you will walk around town.
SheÂs not a name that you will pass around.
SheÂs not the kind of girl with birds in her head,
she will turn into a feathered broom.
But she knows what she wants, and she eats what she eats.
Candy, sheÂs no sugar, sheÂs no honey from the bees.
Candy, ainÂt no lady, sheÂs just trash dressed in rags.
But sheÂs not peculiar to me, but I think sheÂs allright.
SheÂs layed no big impression on me, Âcause I donÂt want to fight.
On your right hand thereÂs Candy,
looks like she did you in.
Candy, sheÂs no sugar, sheÂs no honey from the bees.
Candy, ainÂt no lady, sheÂs just trash dressed in rags.
ÂCause when she says no, she means no.
She calls a cat a cat.
She walks her own walk.
Too much talking drives her mad.
Candy, sheÂs no sugar, sheÂs no honey from the bees.
Candy, ainÂt no lady, sheÂs just trash dressed in rags.
Oh Candy, sheÂs no angel, she ainÂt ÂJudy in disguiseÂ.
But it ainÂt no peculiar to her if she stays the night.
Friends are not important to her as long as she wins the fight.
But I think sheÂs allright
just for one night.
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Tekst: kloot per w / marc van beveren / dirk blanchart