Every man who meets Candy
When she dance at every party
Their eyes pop out and bounce on the floor
Mouths watering and begging for more
When Candy is starting to melt
Every man is licking there lips
Having a sweat like corn kernel
Their hand's up while they kneel
Candy is just so wise and naughty
This is just her little play
She love seeing men grows a horn
And a tail ready to whip and turn
On the floor where Candy just left
There are blue balls rolling
You can see them in your every step
They're supposed to be crying
When Candy is all alone in her room
She don't feel like wearing anything
Coz she always feels hot
Clothes is just an obstruction on her breathing
But when she's going out
Even the sun is high and up
She wore skirt down to her knees
Also when she wore her dress
Men that meets her during the day
They feel in love at first sight on her beauty
As days goes by they ask her to marry
She will just answer, “Sorry I'm not ready”
She change boyfriend like she's changing her make-up
Comment it bad and you got break-up
She's a make-up artist
And no man can passed her test.
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