Candy is quick and she's good at impressions She's stacked on the corner, man, she's stacked on the street They don't make pills for that kind of depression Counting her friends on her hands and her feet You let it roll right through your fingertips, babe Running as hard and as fast as you could Mainlining paint in some place in New Jersey Misunderstanding what was misunderstood And that's twice as bad as love, oh Twice as bad as love, and not that sad Twice as bad as love Once to be heard, twice to be had
She imagines herself as a saint or a poet Stealing the words from a book that she borrowed We show her some fuck that she met in the projects Yeah, but he made her feel like she belonged You let it roll right through your fingertips, Candy Got a blast from the skin said it tasted like paint Stealing her money for ancient prescriptions Misunderstanding that it's kind of cool to be late And it's twice as bad as love Twice as bad as love, but not that sad Twice as bad as love
Once to be heard, twice to be had Once to be heard, twice to be hadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
