did I tell you, I've got tiny little fingers
I've got bones where the ring goes
they go like a plant grows, they go slowly
they go over your new clothes, they go over your money
they go over your head, man, the only good man 's a dead man

I like pretty baby candy, it goes right to my head
it makes my lips as red as rubies, I'll eat it 'til I'm dead

did I tell you that you can't get to heaven in high heeled shoes
you're such a loose little belle, a fallen angel
you go down into the big pit, it is deeper than a tar pit
your lips are red as lucifer, your hair is up in curlers

I like pretty baby candy, it goes right to my head
it makes my lips as red as rubies, I'll eat it 'til I'm dead

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Writer(s): MARY TIMONY