Lyrics to Candy's Room

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baby ain't you heard about the night club called the nice

nice

they got the dry ice and the knife fights on every other

wednesday night

i can see all the stains in your white tights

when you stand in the black lights down at the nice nice

and we were born in these night clubs and you make those

propositions with your sexy little shoulder shrugs

you'll be covered up with powdered drugs by the end of

the night

if you're still at the nice nice



livin large and feelin small (livin large, livin large)

gettin nice with night club dwight in the bathroom stall,

he got the margin call

now let's get a little marginal



she's small and sweet but she's a straight up theif

she puts the lipstick in her pocket and then she casually

leaves

he's big and strong but he's halfway gone

he puts the pipe up to his mouth then he casually

breathes