Paroles de Candyass

Strut around, you fancy boy Such a flair for fashion And you think that you're all that, pouting with such passion You want to be the futuristic boy, cool hep cat, such a novel toy Shake your money maker at me Same as the honey taker you see Candyass, you think you're fine Too bad for me that you are mine But you are so beautiful So I'll kiss you one more time