Watch out for Candy, ‘cause she will break you.
She’s not afraid of anything, she keeps on pushing through
but she’s not the kind of girl that you will walk around town.
She’s not a name that you will pass around.
She’s not the kind of girl with birds in her head, 
she will turn into a feathered broom.
But she knows what she wants, and she eats what she eats.

Candy, she’s no sugar, she’s no honey from the bees.
Candy, ain’t no lady, she’s just trash dressed in rags.

But she’s not peculiar to me, but I think she’s allright.
She’s layed no big impression on me, ‘cause I don’t want to fight.

On your right hand there’s Candy, 
looks like she did you in.
Her words come like showers, 
she’d kill you with a grin.

Candy, she’s no sugar, she’s no honey from the bees.
Candy, ain’t no lady, she’s just trash dressed in rags.

‘Cause when she says no, she means no.
She calls a cat a cat.
She walks her own walk.
Too much talking drives her mad.

Candy, she’s no sugar, she’s no honey from the bees.
Candy, ain’t no lady, she’s just trash dressed in rags.

Oh Candy, she’s no angel, she ain’t ‘Judy in disguise’.
But it ain’t no peculiar to her if she stays the night.
Friends are not important to her as long as she wins the fight.
But I think she’s allright
just for one night.


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Tekst: kloot per w / marc van beveren / dirk blanchart