Candy's Room

Baby, ain't you heard about the nightclub called the Nice, Nice? They got the dry ice and the knife fights on every other Wednesday night I can see all the stains in your white tights When you stand in the black lights down at the Nice, Nice We were born in these night clubs And you make those propositions with your sexy little shoulder shrugs You'll be covered up with powdered drugs by the end of the night If you're still at the Nice Nice Living large and feeling small (Living large, living large) Getting nice with Nightclub Dwight in the bathroom stall He got the margin call Now let's get a little marginal She's small and sweet but she's a straight up thief She puts the lipstick in her pocket and then she casually leaves He's big and strong but he's halfway gone He puts the pipe up to his mouth, then he casually breathes