Candy

Mother sits in front of her TV
Clutching a bottle of cheap whisky
She briefly wonders where her child has been
For the last 5 years she has not seen
Sight or sound - not even a postcard

But Candy ran away from that home
She believes she'll make it, on her own
Mothers always on the telephone
To some new guy, she'd like to own
A brand new uncle, for Candy

Candy's gone, she's on a mission
Candy's gone, it's her ambition

So this Mother wakes from her party
A fleeting thought of her Candy
She smokes her smokes and drinks a strong coffee
Getting up a little clumsily
Changes channels, on the TV

Staring at her wearing no disguise
The beautiful face and, those big blue eyes
The skirt is short, the movements lithe
Mother stares in mute suprise
And then, she realises

Candys live, is this delusion
Candys live, on the television

Mother sits in front of her TV
Holding that bottle of, cheap whisky
It was five years since she had seen
Her daughter but on that screen
There she is...

Candys live, on the television
Candys live, on the television
Candys live, on the television



Credits
Writer(s): Toxic Hops
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