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• Artiste: T.S.O.L.
• Titre: Candy
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I'm gonna tell you about Candy Maybe you already know Found her at a backyard party So I took her home She never gave me no feedback So how was I to know that when it comes To her cocaine, Candy don't know Candy ran me out of my money Candy ran me out of my soul I didn't think it was funny Too bad she never gonna make it She never gonna make it all the way home I packed my bags for New York City I heard she had some friends Found her at some big time party And it never ends She told me some lie about her money I knew my soul was on ice She had me playin' her game And I paid the price I ran out of my money I ran out of my soul I didn't think it was funny Too bad she never gonna make it She never gonna make it all the way home I found myself this roadside cafe Thought maybe I'd get some rest Candy walks in the front door Goddamn, she's lookin' her best I knew that this was gonna be the last time I'd get safe to speak my mind I told her where she could go She said she needed a ride I ran out of my money I ran out of my soul I didn't think it was funny Too bad she never gonna make it She never gonna make it all the way home I woke up, I was in Georgia Couldn't believe my eyes Candy walks into the barroom in a wicked disguise I followed her to the back room When I opened the door I'm lookin' down the barrel of her 44 I ran out of my money I ran out of my soul I didn't think it was funny Too bad she never gonna make it She never gonna make it all the way home