Candy Apple Red

Strolling down sidewalk
Talking about girls and guitars
Drinking in a dive bar
Fake id, think we so hard

Only seventeen years old
Thinking that we were all that
Working on the weekend in the auto-shop
Gonna get my candy apple red Strat

Working every day for the man
The sweat running down my back
I'm gonna run down to that guitar store
And pay for that candy apple red Strat
Candy apple red, it's candy apple red
Ohh...

She's got a face to die for
Talking about my girl, she's so fine
I'm working day and night now
To buy my baby what she desires
I know what my baby wants
I'm know how I'm gonna impress
She's gonna look divine
In that candy apple red dress

Candy apple red, It's candy apple red
Ohh Oh
She's candy apple red, candy apple red
Ooh Oh

Strolling down the sidewalk
Talking about girls
Drinking in the dive bar
She's got a face to die for
Talking about my girl
Working day and night now

To get that candy apple red, it's candy apple red
Ohh
Oh yeah, she's candy apple red, she's candy apple red
Ohh
She's so candy apple red,
She's candy apple red,
Ohh
Oh yeah, she's candy apple red, candy apple red
Ohh
Candy apple red, candy apple red, candy apple red



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Burke
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