Typist Of Candy Testo

One key of her typewriter's 4 and the sign of percentShe says that it looks like the face of a former boyfrinedShe once typed a whole page of those little noughts and foursAnd one big x at the bottom meant 'over' of courseWith a backbone of candy she's sitting behind her machineHer eyes are as the stars in the sky and they're greenTap tap tap with one finger on the same keyI know its the key of the dollarShe's looking at meDon't think that it's easyDon't think that it pleases meIn big handsOf people who want it allIn big handsOf people who want it allMy typist of candy you're feeling so sad and so blueAnd where is that pretty girl I once knewShe taps the whole paper black and she gives it to meMy typist of candy there's only one question mark keyDon't think that it's easyDon't think that it pleases meIn big handsOf people who want it all