Lyrics

We become indiscreet Eating sweet after sweet, Though we know all too well where that may lead. So this box was designed With the two of us in mind As the kind of reminder we need. When you raise the lid, the music plays Like a disapproving nod. And it sings in your ear: "No more candy, my dear!" In a way, it's a little like the voice of God. Thank you, madam Please call again Do call again Madam
Writer(s): Sheldon M Harnick, Jerrold Lewis Bock Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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