Alice Lee, Elle McLemore and Jessica Keenan Wynn - Candy Store

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 beeyotch

I like
Lookin' hot
Buying stuff they cannot

I like
Drinking hard
Maxing dad's credit card

I like
Skippin' gym
Scarin' her
Screwin' 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 (whoa)

Or you could come smoke
Pound some rum and coke
In my Porsche with the quarterback (whoa, whoa, whoa)

Honey, what you waitin' for?
Welcome to my candy store
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 (whoa)

Or forget that creep
And get in my jeep
Let's go tear up
Someone's lawn (whoa, whoa, whoa)

Honey, what you waitin' for?
Welcome to my candy store
You just gotta prove
You're not a pussy
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

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

(Whoa) ooh, whoa, honey, what you waitin' for?
Shut up, Heather!
Step into my candy store
Whoa, time for you to prove
You're not a lameass
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

Written by:
Kevin Conlin Murphy, Laurence Crawford O'Keefe

Publisher:
Lyrics © FIVE AND DIME PUBLISHING

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