Candy

Martin Sexton

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