Sour Patch in a Glass

Oooooh look at you

With your bright red shoes

Guess you’re not planning

On staying in tonight

Oooooh sour patch

In a bright red glass

Looks like somebody’s

Up for a fight

Taste so bitter

But it tastes so sweet

Better than I thought it would

Look at you

Like a banana in pajamas

On top

And a Witch from the East

Going down

You’re my sour patch

In a glass

Bet your ass

Head of the class

And you’re the talk of the town

Make it fizzle

Make it pop

Make somebody’s sneakers drop

Ain’t that what you want me to do?

I got a sweet taste for candy, baby

A royal urge to taste you, baby

A black licorice

Fix on my tongue

Don’t you know when I’m done

I’m going to drink you up

Drink you up

Like sour patch

In a glass

Look at you

Tapping your red shoes together

I bet you think you’re fine

I got a treasure I can show you

In this old hope chest of mine

I hope you brought

Your alligator purse

And your diamond rings

I hope you got a song

That you plan to sing

I hope you’re tart and tangy

And as good as you look

And I hope you look

As good as you cook

Sour patch, kid

You know what I like

Make me feel like a boy

On a brand new bike

So let me ask you

And tell me the truth

When you gonna take off

Those bright red shoes?