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