Candy's Boy

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Well, in Candy's room,

there are pictures of her saviour on the wall

But to get to Candy's room,

you gotta walk the darkness of Candy's hall

Strangers from the city call my baby's number,

and they bring Candy toys

But when I come knockin',

she smiles pretty,

she knows tonight I'm gonna be Candy's boy

Well in the olden days

when the Mongolian gangs rode herd out on route nine

We go ridin' in the rain, runnin' south,

way down through the pines

Weekends in the sun in that cheap motel down by the Dynamo

We loved each other till there was nothing left,

and drove that old car as hard and fast as she would go

Well I got a cold winter wind blowin' behind me and you

But Candy's got a man who takes care of her better than I do

Well there's machine and there's fire,

waitin' for us on the edge of town

And there's some rough boys for hire,

and there waitin' to blow me and Candy down

That's all right 'cause they can't touch us now and destroy

Our sweet love, I will forever be Candy's boy

Our sweet love, I will forever be Candy's boy

Alright

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