Some say that love is sweet as a rose,
Some say it’s honey and the bee,
Well sit right down and let me tell you
What my love is to me.
“Candy”
I call my sugar “Candy”
Because I’m sweet on “Candy”
And “Candy” is sweet on me
She understands me,
My understanding “Candy”
And “Candy”‘s always handy
When I need sympathy
I wish that there were four of him/her
So I could love much more of him/her