Psycho Candy

This place isn’t homely

I don’t know exactly

I’m getting pretty lonely

But I’m now Psycho for Candy

I’m living in gluttony

I’ll trade sunlight for honey

I’ve got no money

Yet I’m Psycho for Candy

Beg cash from Daddy

Put weight on badly

Eating so sadly

Still Psycho for Candy

Possessed by anxiety

Obsessed, I’m depravity

They think that I’m crazy

I’m just Psycho for Candy

I’m writing this medley

Then I’ll get hit by a Bentley

It won’t hurt bad

But I wish it was deadly

Peace, Love and Cowbells,

Oscar