Candy Lunch Songtext
von Lilly Hiatt
Candy Lunch Songtext
Sitting watching it rain
Hoping I′m gonna be something
And it's just like me to think about what I want
What I want
Went to watch my friend play
Cruised the van down Broadway, Broadway
And "I′d Rather Go Blind" was playing on WXNA
And I pretended I was in a movie about my life
Cuz nothing seems to go better when I
Grab onto anything too tight, too tight
I can't count all of the times I said I'd never show my cards
But here you are
Why does every boy I meet
Try to tell me how to live or what to eat?
I′ve always had a grip on it, I′ve always done my own weird thing
Sometimes that means I want candy for my lunch
Cuz nothing seems to go better when I
Grab onto anything too tight, too tight
I can't count all of the times I said I′d never show my cards
But here you are
When I got back from that show
All I really wanted was to be alone
But my roomie he was there, he's got a good heart, good heart
Never closes cabinets, and I just think it′s sweet
Cuz nothing seems to go better when I
Grab onto anything too tight, too tight
I can't count all of the times I said I′d never show my cards
But here you are
Hoping I′m gonna be something
And it's just like me to think about what I want
What I want
Went to watch my friend play
Cruised the van down Broadway, Broadway
And "I′d Rather Go Blind" was playing on WXNA
And I pretended I was in a movie about my life
Cuz nothing seems to go better when I
Grab onto anything too tight, too tight
I can't count all of the times I said I'd never show my cards
But here you are
Why does every boy I meet
Try to tell me how to live or what to eat?
I′ve always had a grip on it, I′ve always done my own weird thing
Sometimes that means I want candy for my lunch
Cuz nothing seems to go better when I
Grab onto anything too tight, too tight
I can't count all of the times I said I′d never show my cards
But here you are
When I got back from that show
All I really wanted was to be alone
But my roomie he was there, he's got a good heart, good heart
Never closes cabinets, and I just think it′s sweet
Cuz nothing seems to go better when I
Grab onto anything too tight, too tight
I can't count all of the times I said I′d never show my cards
But here you are
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