Tekst piosenki 'Candy Store' wykonawcy Heathers The Musical

Are we gonna have a problem?
You got a bone to pick?
You’ve come so far
Why now are you pulling on my dick?

I’d normally slap your face off
And everyone here could watch
But I'm feeling nice
Here’s some advice
Listen up, biotch!

I like!
Lookin’ hot
Buying stuff they cannot

I like!
Drinkin’ hard
Maxin’ Dad’s credit card

I like!
Skippin’ gym
Scaring her
Screwing him

I like!
Killer clothes
Kickin’ nerds in the nose!

If you lack the balls
You can go play dolls
Let your mommy fix you a snack
Woah!

Or you could come smoke
Pound some rum and coke
In my Porsha with the quarterback

Woah! Woah! Woah!
Honey, what you waitin’ for?
Welcome to my candy store
It’s time for you to prove
You’re not a loser anymore
Then step into my candy store

Guys fall
At your feet
Pay the check

Help you cheat
All you
Have to do

Say goodbye to Shamoo
That freak’s
Not your friend
I can tell in the end

If she
Had your shot
She would leave you to rot

‘Course if you don’t care
Fine! Go braid her hair
Maybe Sesame Street is on

Woah!
Or forget the creep
And get in my jeep
Let’s go tear up someone’s lawn

Woah! Woah! Woah!
Honey, what you waitin’ for?
Welcome to my candy store
You just gotta prove
You’re not a pussy anymore
Then step into my candy store

You can join the team
Or you can bitch and moan
You can live the dream
Or you can die alone

You can fly with eagles
Or if you prefer
Keep on testing me
And end up like her!

Veronica, look!
Ram invited me to his homecoming party
This proves he’s been thinking about me
Color me stoked
I'm so happy!

Woah!
Honey, what you waiting fo-
Shut up, Heather!

Step into my candy store!
Time for you to prove
Ooh, woah, Woah, oh, oh
You’re not a lame ass anymore
Then step into my candy store

It’s my candy store
It’s my candy
It’s my candy store
It’s my candy
It’s my candy store
It's my candy store