There she goes
There she goes
There she goes
There she goes
In her black Candie’s jeans
With their hearts in her hands as she tugs on their strings
There she goes
With a brown bag of beans
Selling magic she swears
Hottest thing you’ve never seen
She’s so cool, she’s so mean
And she’s so phat, P-H-A-T
There she goes
There she goes
There she goes
I took a bite out of her real big
Thought it’d make me smarter
I thought it would make me happy
Instead I am a body, putrification
Getting darker and darker
The supply was tainted, thought it holy water but nope, it’s Evian
There she goes
There she goes
There she goes
I took a bite outta her
Real big, thought it’d make me
Happy
Or at least I thought it’d fill me up for an hour or two but damn
That sauce was slimy
And it slid right out, it slid right out
Just like her feet from those Frye Campus boots
When she was slummin’ it with you
Couldn’t have thought she’d last long on that Zinus mattress, did you
You
You
Candy
Candy
Candy
There she goes (Candy)
There she goes (Candy)
There she goes (Candy)
She’s shaking her hips like a bobblehead doll of
Ex President Bush in his cheerleading fit
She’s shaking her hips like she gets paid to do it
Oh wait, I forgot that she totally does
She’s shaking her hips like a bobblehead doll of
Ex-President Bush in his cheerleading ‘fit
She’s shaking her hips like it’s 2003 and
The third wave is over and she’s feeling free
And I’m a bad feminist
If I’m cheering her on
Or if I am talking shit
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Candy
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