L. Hoffsten]
Just like the bubbles in champagne
I got you running through my veins
Intoxicated by a strange kond of drug
got a sting from a rare little bug
I've never seen before
You a the sugar in my bowl
my candyman and tootsieroll
Buzz around like a honeybee
kisses filled with calories
Darling I am stuck on you
I got a sweet tooth
I really tried to extract
something good from the bitter past
But in my cup, I don't want sweet'n low
No one can substitute tin for gold
I want the real thing
You a the sugar in my bowl
my candyman and tootsieroll
Buzz around like a honeybee
kisses filled with calories
Darling I am stuck on you
I got a sweet tooth
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