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Jonathan Peel!1-2-3-4Bring on the cloudsWhy you why you why you why you waitHead for my (?)Baby baby baby baby baby babyWell I know what you wantI know what I wantOne rosy (?) on your neckit's criminal when you readI saw fame and fortuneand everything that goes with itin my palmand the rice wine that we drankdisintigrated in a laser stormand the pickups on my guitar are rustyand so is my scabbard knee...for me...Candylad, candylad, candylad, candyladhe's a candylad, he's a lad made of candyhe's a lad made of candySongtexte(bring it up, boys)candylad, he's a lad made of candycandylad, he's a lad made of candycandylad, he's a lad made of candyand the sugar and spicein his armpitsis twice as nice as the caramelbetween his toes Aus Songtexte Mania