Текст песни Candy (Melt In My Mouth) - Qyphé Ysmymy

I bet it tastes like candy (yeah, uh)
I bet it tastes like candy (yeah)
I bet it tastes like candy
I bet it tastes like candy

I broke up with my ex I couldn't take his sarcasm
Every time we boned I had to fake an orgasm
Moaning and groaning, tried to make it seem real
I'd rather use my toys and my hands are ideal

When we're having sex I wish that he was someone else
That's when I realized that my heart was somewhere else
A dude approached me up at the bar the other night
It felt like mister right he had me melting like some ice

I think I'm in love, I think I found me a winner
It's not his major figure that I want him to be my mister
He got the magic stick that makes my little nookie quiver
Juices like a river running down my kitty litter

Boy I'm so glad I found a mister like you
A thug like you to make a girl say ooh
Hope he feel as strong as my little nookie do (say what)
With you by my side it's like I know the love is true

If you be my man, only my man
I wouldn't mind licking your candy stick
(Candy stick)
If you are the one, the one for me
Ain't nothing wrong with licking your candy stick

I bet it taste like candy
The way it melt in my mouth
I know you got plenty
My sugar boo, what I want to do
Candy
The way it melt in my mouth
I know you got plenty
I like the way, I like the way, I like the way

I like the way you work your stick, boo
(Work that candy stick)
Work it like voodoo
(Work that candy stick)
The way you wind and you wind and you grind
(Work that candy stick)
Don't stop
(Work that candy stick)

The way you work your stick boy
(Work that candy stick)
Baby the way you work the stick
(Work that candy stick)
Keep on and keep on
(Work that candy stick)
And keep on and keep going
(Work that candy stick)

My ex boyfriend had to go
He didn't know how to work the candy stick
(Candy, candy, candy)
My new man, he sure do
Love is true, and his love is classic

I bet it taste like candy (candy)
The way it melt in my mouth (melting in my mouth boy)
I know you got plenty (ooh, ooh)
My sugar boo, what I want to do
Candy
The way it melt in my mouth
I know you got plenty (ooh, yeah)
I like the way, I like the way, I like the way

I like the way you work your stick, boo
(Work that candy stick)
Work it like voodoo
(Work that candy stick)
The way you wind and you wind and you grind
(Work that candy stick)
Don't stop
(Work that candy stick)

The way you work your stick boy
(Work that candy stick)
Baby the way you work the stick
(Work that candy stick)
Keep on and keep on
(Work that candy stick)
And keep on and keep going
(Work that candy stick)

You could be Nick, I could be MC
Or I could be Beyoncé, you could be Jay-Z
There's no other chicks 'cause there's only one me
Only one Q-Y-P-H-E

Q to the Y-P-H-accent
You know I'm rock solid I hit you like some cement
You got me in the clouds like an angel with the harp
When we're making love I swear that it's the best part

I think I wanna marry, your baby I could carry
You're my mister right and mister legendary
It's so necessary, you're my confectionery
The taste of your lips reminds me of some strawberries

I could envision me as part of your life
You're the kinda type that I could be your wife
Walking down the aisle with my white dress on
Later that night I'll have even less on

I like the way you work your stick, boo (ooh, ooh)
(Work that candy stick)
Work it like voodoo
(Work that candy stick)
The way you wind and you wind and you grind (hey)
(Work that candy stick)
Don't stop
(Work that candy stick)

The way you work your stick boy (work it)
(Work that candy stick)
Baby the way you work the stick (work it)
(Work that candy stick)
Keep on and keep on
(Work that candy stick)
And keep on and keep going
(Work that candy stick)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I think I'm in love (I do)
I think I'm in love
I think I'm in love, I think I found me a winner
I think I'm in love
(Huh)