Karaoké Candy Store Heathers (musical)

Are we gonna have a problem?

You got a bone to pick?

You've come so far

Why now are you pulling on my dick?

I'd normally slap your face off

And everyone here could watch

But I'm feeling nice

Here's some advice

Listen up, biotch

I like lookin' hot

Buying stuff they cannot

I like drinkin' hard

Maxin' Dad's credit card

I like skippin' gym

Scaring her, screwing him

I like killer clothes kickin' nerds in the nose

If you lack the balls you can go play dolls

Let your mommy fix you a snack

Woah

Or you could come smoke

Pound some rum and coke

In my Porsche with the quarterback

Woah, woah, woah

Honey, whatcha waitin' for?

Welcome to my candy store

Time for you to prove you're not a loser anymore

Then step into my candy store

Guys fall at your feet

Pay the check

Help you cheat

All you have to do

Say goodbye to Shamu

That freak's not your friend

I can tell in the end

If she had your shot

She would leave you to rot

'Course if you don't care

Fine, go braid her hair

Maybe Sesame Street is on

Woah

Or forget that creep and get in my Jeep

Let's go tear up someone's lawn

Woah, woah, woah

Honey, whatcha waitin' for?

Welcome to my candy store

You just got to prove you're not a pussy anymore

Then step into my candy store

You can join the team

Or you can bitch and moan

You can live the dream or you can die alone

You can fly with eagles or if you prefer

Keep on testing me and end up like her

Woah

Honey, whatcha waiting for

Shut up, Heather

Step into my candy store

Oh, time for you to prove

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Then step into my candy store

It's my candy store

It's my candy

It's my candy store

It's my candy

It's my candy store

It's my candy store