Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Candy May, artist - Alex Cameron. Album song Forced Witness, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 07.09.2017
Record label: Secretly Canadian
Song language: English
Candy May |
Candy May, I think I’m dying |
Yeah, 'cause I’m frail and I’m tired |
And I constantly complain about the pain I’m in |
But Candy May, she knows me better, yes, she knows my ways |
She has seen me naked, she knows I’m packing heat |
She has a way of saying «baby, come to me» complete |
She’s my sweet sweet Candy May |
Got me stuck and I want to stay |
But I never wanted to look sharp |
Down the barrel of a broken heart |
So I live with a deep regret |
Of all I do on the internet |
And I’m filled with a dirty white guilt |
She’s a brown on her doily frills |
She loves me still |
Sweetest eyes, so dark and shining |
They see a shadow in their vision |
Then it fades and then it dies, sweetest eyes |
But Candy May, don’t think I’m lying |
I got a flavor in my mouth, it never truly goes away |
That’s Candy May |
So when you see me and Candy May |
And we’re walking down the street at a mean pace |
And she is crying out «You f’n lonely man» |
«You worthless piece of shit» |
You all wouldn’t understand |
'Cause Candy May, I know she loves me in her own true way |
You call it as you see it, you think you know the score |
But you just never had a girl like Candy May before |
She’s my sweet sweet Candy May |
Got me stuck and I want to stay |
But I never wanted to look sharp |
Down the barrel of a broken heart |
So I live with a deep regret |
Of all I do on the internet |
And I’m filled with a dirty white guilt |
She’s a brown on her doily frills |
She’s my sweet sweet Candy May |
Got me stuck and I want to stay |
But I never wanted to look shocked |
Down the barrel of a broken heart |
So I live with a deep regret |
Of all I do on the internet |
And I’m filled with a dirty white guilt |
She’s a brown on her doll with frills |
She’s my sweet sweet Candy May |
Got me stuck and I want to stay |
But I never wanted to look sharp |
Down the barrel of a broken heart |
So I live with a deep regret |
Of all I do on the internet |
And I’m filled with a dirty white guilt |
She’s a brown on her doily frills |
She loves me still |