If Vices Had Voices
You're sadly savvy with the candy.
Fatty, madly loving brandy.
Cheeks are looking ashy, sandy.
Badly need a handy 'cause you're randy.
Bum, you are looking scummy.
Um, could be running from me.
Rum, turns you to a dummy.
Honey running through your tummy.
Sugar. Rush.
Candy. Crush.
Royal. Flush.
Needle. Gush.
Now you bleed at alarming speeds.
Get some help, like you're special needs.
Doesn't work, but you fiend to feed.
Give to greed, then accept defeat.
And it's all because...
You're sadly savvy with the candy.
Fatty, madly loving brandy.
Cheeks are looking ashy, sandy.
Badly need a handy 'cause you're randy.
Bum, you are looking scummy.
Um, could be running from me.
Rum, turns you to a dummy.
Honey running through your tummy.
Sugar. Rush.
Candy. Crush.
Royal. Flush.
Needle. Gush.
Now you bleed at alarming speeds.
Get some help, like you're special needs.
Doesn't work, but you fiend to feed.
Give to greed, then accept defeat.
And it's all because...
You're sadly savvy with the candy.