Hey little jail bait
tell me a story
let me bum a smoke and we can chat a while
i only need a moment
one moment in your glory
before you get off and make your change
talking 'bout a woman that hasn't felt a day in a while
talking 'bout a woman that just can't say no
she needs another lover like she needs another dose in her blood
talking 'bout a woman whose name is
candy
she's so fine
she's waiting on the backstreet line
like a
lost angel
not long for this world
don't usually get emotional
don't usually show my vein she said
only when i sing or when i'm making tracks
and sweatin's just my mean way
to show me where i am
and to tell me where i need to be
and through those eyes
if she wore her disguise
i'd see through it and say
come in from the rain girl
talking 'bout a woman she loves me like a dog loves a bone
talking 'bout a woman i just can't let go
i need her as my lover like i need another hole in my head
i'm talking 'bout a woman i know
candy
she's so fine
but she's shaking on that backstreet line
like a loose cannon
ashamed to explode
in the middle of my day
in the night
when will i learn
to let you go
you're my candy
you're my
lost angel
not long for this world