Typist of Candy

One key of her typewriter's 4 and the sign of percent She says that it looks like the face of a former boyfriend She once typed a whole page of those little noughts and fours And one big X at the bottom meant 'over' of course With a backbone of candy she's sitting behind her machine Her eyes are as the stars in the sky and they're green Tip tap tap tap with one finger on the same key I know it's the key of the dollar She's looking at me Don't think that it's easy Don't think that it pleases me In big hands Of people who want it all In big hands Of people who want it all My typist of candy you're feeling so sad and so blue And where is that pretty girl I once knew She taps the whole paper black and she gives it to me My typist of candy, there's only one question mark key Don't think that it's easy Don't think that it pleases me In big hands Of people who want it all In big hands Of people who want it all In big hands Of people who want it all In big hands Of people who want it all Big hands Big hands Big hands Big hands Big hands