did I tell you, I've got tiny little fingersnI've got bones where the ring goesnthey go like a plant grows, they go slowlynthey go over your new clothes, they go over your moneynthey go over your head, man, the only good man 's a dead mannnI like pretty baby candy, it goes right to my headnit makes my lips as red as rubies, I'll eat it 'til I'm deadnndid I tell you that you can't get to heaven in high heeled shoesnyou're such a loose little belle, a fallen angelnyou go down into the big pit, it is deeper than a tar pit nyour lips are red as lucifer, your hair is up in curlersnnI like pretty baby candy, it goes right to my headnit makes my lips as red as rubies, I'll eat it 'til I'm dead