| Mm-hmm…
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| This one goes out
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| To all the suckers out there
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| Who thought I was soft
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| When I dropped Knockin' Boots
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| For the ladies
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| But I’m-a come correct this time
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| And do something a little bit different
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| (Who you gonna cook this to, man?)
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| Mmm, the ladies
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| Melt in your mouth, not in your hand
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| The C-A to the -ndy was the M-A-N
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| I’m like no other man, 'cause you know no other man can
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| Be an undercover lover and a soul brother man
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| On the other hand, introduce me to your mother and
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| I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s my number one fan
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| Here I stand a full six-feet-three
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| And the perfect match has to be when you meet me
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| Under a palm tree in the middle of the beach
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| Bring a towel or a sheet like the boots with sand on my feet
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| After we eat what we brought on the pier
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| I hear your earrings jingle like a chandelier
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| As you premiere what you hear is not a simile
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| But it’s meant to be the poetry as me, a K-I-N-G
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| There’ll never be another Candyman
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| Because I melt in your mouth, not in your hand
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| Melt in your mouth
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| Melt in your mouth
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| Melt in your mouth
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| Melt in your mouth, not in your hand
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| Lip smacking good, good to the last drop
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| If I didn’t have to go, I know you never would stop
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| I’m on the top of your list for the best French kiss
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| I assist on your one last wish, and since
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| I’m not the type to fall in love on sight
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| I’m-a let you hold me tight for just one night
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| Since I write the rhymes to make the whole world sing
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| It doesn’t mean a thing when you call me the king
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| And bells won’t ring 'til I walk down the aisle
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| You could smile, but that won’t be for a long while
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| It’ll take more than a killer behind to change my mind
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| I’m not blind, I know the time
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| See, I’m not the kind to write a rhyme while you laugh
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| Ha, ha, ha, girl, I get half
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| So as I see it, you don’t need a wedding band
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| 'Cause I melt in your mouth, not in your hand
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| Melt in your mouth
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| Melt in your mouth
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| Melt in your mouth
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| Melt in your mouth, not in your hand
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| Thirst quenching, did I mention
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| Give a chick an inch and she’ll want an extension
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| Pictured on my heiny right behind me is the man of the house
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| Suggesting that I burn the hell out
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| You begin to count, but no doubt, you call my cellular phone
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| Because I melt in your mouth like a snow cone
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| On and on as the saga continues
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| Here’s another page on the menu
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| When you see the Candyman, you see me as a hot hor d’oeuvre
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| And you got a lot of nerve
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| First come, first served is the usual procedure
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| After I tell you that I need you
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| Featured with any kind of line that I think what’s best for you
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| Because I wanna get next to you
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| Sex with you is just one small part of the plan
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| Because I melt in your mouth, not in your hand
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| Melt in your mouth
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| Melt in your mouth
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| Melt in your mouth
|
| Melt in your mouth, not in your hand
|
| Melt in your mouth, not in your hand
|
| The C-A to the -ndy was the M-A-N
|
| I’m like no other man, 'cause you know no other man can
|
| Be an undercover lover and a soul brother man
|
| On the other hand, introduce me to your mother and
|
| I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s my number one fan
|
| Here I stand a full six-feet-three
|
| And the perfect match has to be when you meet me
|
| Under a palm tree in the middle of the beach
|
| Bring a towel or a sheet like the boots with sand on my feet
|
| After we eat what we brought on the pier
|
| I hear your earrings jingle like a chandelier
|
| As you premiere what you hear is not a simile
|
| But it’s meant to be the poetry as me, a K-I-N-G
|
| There’ll never be another Candyman
|
| Because I melt in your mouth, not in your hand
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| Melt in your mouth
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| Melt in your mouth
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| Melt in your mouth
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| Melt in your mouth, not in your hand |