Are you the tornado in my sails?
Are you Jesus without the nails?
Are you the Bury Met without rails?
Are you Paris without snails?
Of course you're not, but you're all I've got,
and that's fine and dandy, when you lick, when you lick my candy girl.
When you lick my candy, candy, candy, candy, candy, candy girl.
Are you Disneyland without whales?
Are you a farmer without bales?
Are you the red lion without ales?
Are you the lakes without dales?
Naturally you're not, but you're all I've got,
and that's fine and dandy, when you lick, when you lick my candy girl.
When you lick my candy, candy, candy, candy, candy, candy girl.
Are you Ra without Dion?
Are you the words in the sky without neon?
Are you indigenous or did you disappear?
Are you the lime in my bottleneck of beer?
Of course you're not, but you're all I've got,
and that's fine and dandy, when you lick, when you lick my candy girl.
When you lick my candy, candy, candy, candy, candy, candy girl.
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Candy, candy, candy girl. Candy, candy, candy, candy girl.