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Secret Candy
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Alternative Folk
Secret Candy was released on June 10, 2003 by Righteous Babe Records as a part of the album Sour Juice and Rhyme
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Release DateJune 10, 2003
LabelRighteous Babe Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM103

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Music Video

Lyrics

If all of you men are making money off of calling us bitches
Then I'll just do it myself, but I'll be making some switches
See, Eminem will be my faggot bitch for a while
I'll bend him over hard, but I'll do it with style
I ain't got no shins this time of year
(I ain't got no shins this time of year)
For all you frat boys dissin' on the queers
(All you frat boys dissin' queers)
I ain't got no shins this time of year
(This time of year)
For all you frat boys dissin' on the queers
You know, that song about the closet, it reminds me of being gay
Hey, Eminem, why don't you lead the fucking pride parade?
And show the queers you ain't afraid to take it in the rear
From Holly Near or Britney Spear
Not quite a girl, not quite a woman?
How about a butch dyke riding your bike?
How about you slip on a skirt, and I'll slip
You my shirt to put on after I put it in?
I wish Howard Zinn would run for President
I'm so sick and tired of all this shit
'Cause I ain't got no shins this time of year
(Ain't got no shins this time of year)
For phony presidents always pushing fear
(Phony, phony presidents pushing fear)
No, I ain't got no shins this time of year
(I ain't got no shins this time)
For phony presidents always pushing fear
And I still can go to jail for taking off my shirt
And that tranny will still get fucked for wearing a skirt
And I'll get protested for singing for naked women
And my pal Marshall, he's getting it just for being him
And my shit, radio won't even play it
'Cause it's coming from a tit
We need to get together and make a spark
Take over Central Park, stop this fucking war
Be nice to each other, that'll even the score
Make the world we want to live in
So no one's got to give in
Past, present, future, you just felt them all
Now and then some, and then we come
And for a moment, there's nothing wrong
Just a song, just a song
I ain't got no, I ain't got no, I, I, I, I
I ain't got no shins this time of year
This time of year, I
All you phony presidents pushing fear
Ain't got no shins this year
All the frat boys
I ain't got no shins this year
I ain't got no, no
No, no, no, no
I ain't got no, I ain't got no shins this year
Written by: Animal Prufrock
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