Come with me Honey,
I’m your sweet sugar Candyman
Run like the wind, fly with me to Bountyland
Bite me, I’m yours, if you’re hungry please understand
This is the end, of the sweet sugar Candyman
Oh my love, I know you are my Candyman,
And oh my love, your word is my command
Oh my love, I know you are my Candyman,
And oh my love, let us fly to Bountyland
Oh, my lover
For the first time in life
My eyes are wide open,
Oh my lover
For time in my life eyes can see…
She was only sixteen, only sixteen
I loved her so
she was too young to fall in love
And I was too young to know
We’d laugh and we’d sing
And the little things
That made my heart glow And
she was too young to fall in love
And I was too young to know
Sixteen candles make a lovely light,
But not as bright as your eyes tonight.
Blow out the candles,
Make your wish come true,
For I’ll be wishing that you love me, too.
Well she’s sexy and seventeen
My little rock-roll queen
Acts a little bit obscene
Gotta let off a little steam
You are the dancing queen
Young and sweet
Only seventeen
Dancing queen
Feel the beat from the tambourine, oh yeah
Well she was just 17, you know what I mean
And the way she looked was way beyond compare
Papa don’t preach I’m in trouble deep
Papa don’t preach, I’ve been losing sleep
But I made up my mind, I’m keeping my baby, hm
I’m gonna keep my baby, hm
Starting soft and slow
Like a small earthquake
And when he lets go
Half the valley shakes
It’s love, Brother Love say
Brother Love’s Travelling Salvation Show
Love is but a song to sing
Fear’s the way we die
You can make the mountains ring
Or make the angels cry
Though the bird is on the wing
And you may not know why
Come on people now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another
Right now
Why do birds suddenly appear,
Everytime you walk near?
Just like me
They long to be,
Close to you
Listen, do you want to know a secret?
Do you promise not to tell?
Whoa-oh-oh, closer
Let me whisper in your ear
Say the words you long to hear
I’m in love with you, ooh
I’m in love with my car, gotta feel for my automobile
Get a grip on my boy racer roll bar
Such a thrill when your radials squeal
I don’t want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorcycle
And I don’t want a tickle
'Cause I’d rather ride on my motorcycle
And I don’t want to die
I just want to ride on my motorcycle
Tell your daddy and your mama too
Ya got something better to do
Than stick around the house the rest of your life
You’re 18, you can be my wife
You’ll be the queen of the highway, motorcycle mama
And we’ll see the world from my Harley
We’ll see the world from my Harley
We’ll see the world from my Harley, if the chain don’t break
Mad love
You know, Sweets
I like what I’ve heard about you
Especially in the name, Harleen Quinzel! (mad love)
Chicka-chicka-boom-boom-chic-
Boom-boom-boom-chic
Chicka-chicka-boom-boom-chic-
Chic-boom-boom-boom-chic
We, we
We got cabin fever! We lost what sense we had!
We got cabin fever! We’re all going mad!
Never know how much I love you,
Never know how much I care,
When you put your arms around me,
I get a fever that’s so hard to bear.
I give 'em cat scratch fever
Cat scratch fever
They got it bad, scratch fever
Cat scratch fever
I wanna to jump but I’m afraid I’ll fall
I wanna to holler but the joint’s too small
Young man rhythm’s got a hold of me too
I got the rockin’ pneumonia and the boogie woogie flu