CottonCandy

How the hell you got me up here in a rollercoaster
I'm fifty five and wouldn't do this for my own daughter
You got me talking like my son and he's a teenager
And now you bringing up my wife oh I fucking hate her

No matter in red green blue yellow dresses.
You make them all look tasty
Young and fun and too danm sweet
You're like a cotton candy to a little kid in me.
My little sugar baby.
I'm gonna eat you up. I need that sugar rush
You're like a cotton candy to a little kid in me.
My little sugar baby. I'm gonna eat you up.
I need that sugar rush

I pay the rent for your big old downtown apartment
And all them fancy things you need to keep up with your friends
You burn a hole in my wallet deeper than my four children
But nevermind if you need more money just fucking take them

No matter in red green blue yellow dresses.
You make them all look tasty
Young and fun and too danm sweet

You're like a cotton candy to a little kid in me.
My little sugar baby. I'm gonna eat you up.
I need that sugar rush
You're like a cotton candy to a little kid in me.
My little sugar baby. I'm gonna eat you up.
I need that sugar rush

You're like a cotton candy to a little kid in me.
My little sugar baby. I'm gonna eat you up.
I need that sugar rush
You're like a cotton candy to a little kid in me.
My little sugar baby. I'm gonna eat you up.
I need that sugar rush