I wait around
I wait around until you leave
I don't care
You're lucky that I'm so naive
Cot-ton can-dy, alright
Her lips move slowly to the right
Say you'll communicate
But close the door before you leave
Write me a letter
Sing me a song
Fifty-million sayers can't be wrong
Can't be wrong
Cot-ton can-dy, alright
Her lips move slowly to the right
Every time I see you, oh lady, I miss you
Remember when the sound died
Did you ever think I'd miss you?
Cot-ton can-dy, alright
Her lips move slowly to the right
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