Candy (feat. Kelis)

I taste just like candy Candy I taste just like candy So dance with me Yo, now, let me paint y'all a picture Fox pimp hard, just quiet like a whisper Don't get it mixed up Bad little sister Not bad meaning bad, but bad meaning good Damn, I'm so hood You should see me in them jeans It's hard to describe and Being cocky is just a part of my vibe I might stop the holler, and pop my collar Maybe a little conceited but that's always needed Love attention when I'm passing by See, I show a little cleavage and I catch his eye Just the thought of him eating, I was outside soaking Duke standing, looking, mouth wide open I walked over, licking my lips And adjusting my- and switching my hip He threw his hand on my waist Looked in my face and said he wanna know how I taste I taste just like candy So dance with me I taste just like candy So dance with me I taste just like candy So dance with me I taste just like candy So dance with me Now just imagine me nude, stretched out I'll be all over the news if this gets out So that the press might ban me Now, how bad you wanna know if I'm sweeter than candy? What would you risk? Would you put up the car? Taste my na na in the rain, on the hood of your car? Or the back of the plane? All out, bent over the sink with my panties in your mouth When my dark skin complexion steps in Won't take no questions to get him and The thought of Fox give men e- And get real stiff at the sight of my- Now we can role play You be the pilot, I'll be the stewardess Boy, I ain't new to this When I lay on my stomach and throw my legs back Y'all probably won't know how to act I taste just like candy So dance with me I taste just like candy So dance with me I taste just like candy So dance with me I taste just like candy So dance with me I taste just like candy So dance with me I taste just like candy So dance with me I taste just like candy So dance with me I taste just like candy So dance with me I'm real sweet like a candy corn I'm in your thoughts late night when your boys are gone Picture me, T-shirt, no panties on Or maybe topless, homie, I'm priceless, boy The kind of girl that love to talk 'Specially when I'm on top The whole show stop Even though I'm sweet Ain't nothin' sweet Let me know when you're ready to eat I taste just like candy So dance with me I taste just like candy So dance with me I taste just like candy So dance with me I taste just like candy So dance with me I taste just like-