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Candy’s Caravan
words & music by Frances Livings © 2010

Her name is not a sentiment
it’s a number and a brand
her tools are patent leather
and a swiftly moving hand

Footprints wrapped in nylons
heart-stub in an old tin can
carpets plush, red mirrored walls
Welcome to Candy’s caravan!

heart stub left in an old tin can
heart stub left in an old tin can

A tissue box in solitude
on a nightstand without books
her trade is a sweet promise
her capital, some looks

There she leans in the door frame
checks a nail, adjusts her tits
on vodka breath she’s chanting
chanting her sales pitch:

checks a nail, adjusts her tits
she’s chanting her sales pitch:
And she’ll say:

Chrs: Welcome to my magic lounge
Candy’s castle of desire
nothing you have elsewhere found
I will burn for you like fire
Pictures of passion I will paint for you
in red, pink and orange, purple and blue
you'll be my canvas and like paint I will drip
I’m top to bottom – velvety lips
Oh welcome!
Oh welcome!

Mornings spent with the curtains drawn
raw skin, clean scrubbed – all alone
the cat has claimed it’s sweet return
and pen and paper, mobile phone

And she’ll say:

Chrs: Welcome to my magic lounge
Candy’s castle of desire
nothing you have elsewhere found
I will burn for you like fire
it's gonna be secret but it's gonna be loud
what d’you think you sinner, that this was allowed?
d’you like my stilettos, wanna see my tattoo?
Let me unbutton that jacket for you!
Oh welcome!
Welcome!

Soon enough the night returns
come on in, she’s got her tricks –
happy pills to turn you on
bottle blonde and airmatress lips

She lights another cigarette
this is no jazzy Cabaret
the long ash slowly dropping
and breaking with the day

she’s breaking with the day
and she’ll say:

the long ash’s slowly dropping
the bloody tap’s still driping

welcome!!

she’s breaking with the day
she’s breaking…