Candy Store (From “Heathers”) [feat. AmaLee & Morgan Berry] Songtext
von Cristina Vee

(I like)
Looking hot, buying stuff they cannot
(I like)
Drinking hard, maxing dad′s credit card
(I like)
Skipping Gym, scaring her, screwing him
(I like)
Killer clothes, kicking nerds in the nose!

If you lack the balls, you can go play dolls
Let your mommy fix you a snack
(Woah-oh!)
Or you could come smoke, pound some rum and coke
In my Porsche with the Quarterback!

(Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh)
Honey, what you waiting for?
Welcome to my candy store
It's time for you to prove you′re not a loser anymore
And step into my candy store


(Guys fall)
At your feet, pay the check, help you cheat
(All you)
Have to do, say goodbye to Shamu
(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-oh)
Or forget that creep and get in my Jeep
Let′s go tear up someone′s lawn!

(Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh)
Honey, what you waiting for?
Welcome to my candy store
You just gotta prove you're not a shhh anymore
And 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!)


(Oh-woah-oh-oh-woah)
Honey what you waiting for-?
Shut up, Heather!
Welcome to my candy store!
Time for you to prove you′re not a lame ass anymore
And 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!