L. Hoffsten]





Just like the bubbles in champagne

I got you running through my veins

Intoxicated by a strange kond of drug

got a sting from a rare little bug

I've never seen before

You a the sugar in my bowl

my candyman and tootsieroll

Buzz around like a honeybee

kisses filled with calories

Darling I am stuck on you

I got a sweet tooth

I really tried to extract

something good from the bitter past

But in my cup, I don't want sweet'n low

No one can substitute tin for gold

I want the real thing

You a the sugar in my bowl

my candyman and tootsieroll

Buzz around like a honeybee

kisses filled with calories

Darling I am stuck on you

I got a sweet tooth