She called, said, meet me at the station
Eight o'clock, there was no negotiation
A long time desired situation
She brought a friend, said her name was Candee
The three of us was crammed into the front seat
She said, how about the beach tonight
I felt the rain upon us falling
I heard their voices softly calling
We were getting wet and sandy
And her lips tasted just like Candee
I felt a sudden change in pressure
Forgotten until they both got dressed, yeah
She laughed, man, you came in handy
And now her kisses taste like Candee, oh-oh-oh
She said she loved my little ragtop and
Maybe she'd see me at the nightclub
Told me, don't think this had to do with love
It was all about...
Candee, pretty little motormouth
Candee, speedy little runabout
Candee. moaning now she's coming out
Candee, yeah, she's all about Candee now
Oh she's all about Candee now
All about Candee now
And she tastes like Candee now
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