Before you think that I’m a nice guy
I must confess I’m really not.
I drink your tears like you drink whiskey
You taste my love just make my laugh
So you must give up
I can break your heart
Put you in my bag of candy:
Things I used then passed.
I left my heart in Chinese laundry
I’ve trough the bill, so I am free
Never get back, never again
I’m not the man that you think
So better just not turn
I can make you hurt
Put you in my bag of candy
Flavor pits and dirt
I taste your waste
I ate you nice girl
I kiss you sometimes on the phone
Never get back, never step backwards
I waste my time, you waste your own.
So you must give up
I can break your heart
Put you in my bag of candy:
Things I used then passed.