The Adicts
The Adicts
The Adicts
The Adicts
The Adicts
The Adicts
The Adicts
The Adicts
The Adicts
The Adicts
The Adicts
The Adicts
The Adicts
The Adicts
The Adicts
The Adicts
You don't like the food
That mummy made
You wouldn't join in
The games we played
Why do you have to be
Such a party pooper
You wouldn't even dance
To Alice Cooper
So small and sweet
So lovely and soft
Come sit with me
I won't bite your head off
I know your name
Sugar and spice
They call you candy
And all things nice