Candy. Johnny Mercer & Jo Stafford. - words and music by Mack David, Joan Whitney and Alex Kramer. . Candy, I call my sugar Candy. Because I'm sweet on Candy. And Candy's sweet on me. He/She
she goes. Either a little too high or a little too low. Got no self-esteem and vertigo. Cause she thinks she’s made of candy. Hey ho here she goes. Either a little too loud or a little too close
candy, she's so sweet. But you know that it ain't real cherry. Know that it ain't real cherry. She's just like candy, she's so sweet. But you know that it ain't real. Know that it ain't real. I can be
enough. Who'll shoot to make that high note. And it's such a typical. Thing running over a millionaire. Running through a difficult place. You don't need no blood. On your hands no. She's just like candy