Before you think that I'm a nice guy I must confess I'm really not. I drink your tears like you drink whiskey You taste my love just make my laugh So you must give up I can break your heart Put you in my bag of candy: Things I used then passed. I left my heart in Chinese laundry I've trough the bill, so I am free Never get back, never again I'm not the man that you think So better just not turn I can make you hurt Put you in my bag of candy Flavor pits and dirt I taste your waste I ate you nice girl I kiss you sometimes on the phone Never get back, never step backwards I waste my time, you waste your own. So you must give up I can break your heart Put you in my bag of candy: Things I used then passed.