Candy Store

Are we gonna have a problem?
You got a bone to pick?
You've come so far why now are you pulling on my dick?
I'd normally slap your face off
And everyone here could watch
But I'm feeling nice
Here's some advice
Listen up biatch!

(I like)
Lookin' hot, buying stuff they cannot
(I like)
Drinking hard, maxin' dad's credit card
(I like)
Skippin' gym, scarin' her, screwin' him
(I like)
Killer clothes, kickin' nerds in the nose!

If you lack the balls, you can go play dolls
Let your mommy fix you a snack
(Whoa-oh!)
Or you could come smoke, pound some rum and coke
In my Porsche with the quarterback

(Whoa-whoa-whoa!)
Honey, what you waitin' for?
Welcome to my candy store
Time for you to prove you're not a loser anymore
And step into my candy store

(Guys fall)
At your feet, pay the check, help you cheat
(All you)
Have to do, say goodbye to Shamu
(That freak's)
Not your friend, I can tell in the end
(If she)
Had your shot, she would leave you to rot

'Course if you don't care, fine, go braid her hair
Maybe Sesame Street is on
(Whoa-oh!)
Or forget that creep and get in my Jeep
Let's go tear up someone's lawn

(Whoa-whoa-whoa)
Honey, what you waitin' for?
Welcome to my candy store
You just gotta prove you're not a pussy anymore
And step into my candy store

You can join the team
(Or you can bitch and moan)
You can live the dream
(Or you can die alone)
You can fly with eagles, or if you prefer
Keep on testing me and end up like her

Veronica, look!
Ram invited me to his homecoming party!
This proves he's been thinking about me!
Color me stoked
I'm so happy!

(Whoa) Oh-whoa-oh-oh!
Honey, what you waitin' for-
Shut up, Heather!
Step into my candy store
Time for you to prove you're not a lame ass anymore
And step into my candy store

It's my candy store
It's my candy
It's my candy store
It's my candy
It's my candy store
It's my candy store



Credits
Writer(s): Laurence Crawford O'keefe, Kevin Conlin Murphy
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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