Strut around, you fancy boy
Such a flair for fashion
And you think that you're all that, pouting with such passion
You want to be the futuristic boy, cool hep cat, such a novel toy
Shake your money maker at me
Same as the honey taker you see

Candyass, you think you're fine
Too bad for me that you are mine
But you are so beautiful
So I'll kiss you one more time