I come stumbling in like a prodigal son
That's where I'll begin
I didn't know I was looking for someone
To show me my place
Short on affection
And a long way from home
The path to perfection
Was a way I hadn't thought of before
Until the first emmrace
Like a fog that's finally lifting
I could feel my burdens shifting
And now...
I carry it all
To my Candy Guru
I carry it all
To my Candy Guru
It was a willing seduction
The apple was bitten
Primed and smitten
By a sense of belonging somewhere
I didn't deserve
Now with a look that makes me
An image that takes me
Into the realm of possibly finding out who I might be
But then...
Who can tell?
Let the kowtows never cease
Like a peasant to his hands and knees
I fall
Let the kowtows never cease
Like a peasant to his hands and knees
I crawl
Writer(s): S. Taylor, D.h. Perkins, L. Nichols
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