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You don't like the food
That mummy made
You wouldn't join in
The games we played
Why do you have to be
Such a party pooper
You wouldn't even dance
To Alice Cooper

So small and sweet
So lovely and soft
Come sit with me
I won't bite your head off
I know your name
Sugar and spice
They call you candy
And all things nice
You don't like the food   That mummy made   You wouldn't join in   The games we played   Why do you have to be   Such a party pooper   You wouldn't even dance   To Alice Cooper      So small and sweet   So lovely and soft   Come sit with me   I won't bite your head off   I know your name   Sugar and spice   They call you candy   And all things nice