Money! That's what I want.
I want candy.
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Money! That's what I want.
I want candy.
I was just thinking about Kim's book earlier today David! I'm really looking forward to it. Have you read Colin Meloy's take on Let It Be?
Nope, but I really want it. I haven't found any of the 33 1/3 books in bookstores, so I'll probably be obliged to actually order them online.
I want candy.
Ooh, Candy girl!
Wanna whole lot of love?
I never wanted to love you
I only wanted to love and not be blamed
Let me go
You should know
I'm not ashamed to have loved you
I want candy.
Ooh, Candy girl!
Lips like sugar.
Wanna whole lot of love?
Nah, love me just a little bit.
Dance me to the end of love.
Lips like sugar.
Just like honey.
Dance me to the end of love.
Sorry, I'm dancing with myself.
Sorry, I'm dancing with myself.
I love myself; I want you to love me;
When I feel down, I want you above me.