Bad Candy
c. '14 Vlayman

Need to have a strong stomach to put up with all of her antics
Gotta handle her passed-out, zombie-like and frantic
Gotta know exactly what she's thinkin'
It don't hurt to know exactly what it is she's been takin'

She can be sompin' good
Knowin' her like ya do
I can be sompin' good for her
When I know what it is she's been gettin' up to
It can be sompin' good
Sompin' what comes in handy (It could be out standing, When you was feelin' randy)
When ya got yerself a fistfull (pocketfull, facefull)
Of all that bad candy

Gotta assert yer authority, gotta try and keep her in line
Cut off the cocaine, get her to stick with a little wine
And when it becomes two bottles a night you gotta acknowledge that it's time
get her back in the program, back on this side of the line

You remember how ya met her, in some punk-rock bar
Took her home to be alone and she passed out in the car
Had yell to wake her, yeah, ya hadda shout
Put yer arms around her so she could pass out on the couch.

Now she's gone gone forever, ya hadda let her go
Changed the locks on yer front door and ya let everybody know
You ain't responsible because she ain't responsible
And now and then you remember when you felt the addict's pull


Drums: Nettage
Bass: HohnerHdls-Brick-Symetrix522
Vox: StudioProjects TB1-Eureka
Gtrs: G&Lf100-Mrshl-E609-ISA1_SB23L-UA610