Melt In Your Mouth - Candyman

Mm-hmm…

This one goes out

To all the suckers out there

Who thought I was soft

When I dropped Knockin' Boots

For the ladies

But I’m-a come correct this time

And do something a little bit different

(Who you gonna cook this to, man?)

Mmm, the ladies

Melt in your mouth, not in your hand

The C-A to the -ndy was the M-A-N

I’m like no other man, 'cause you know no other man can

Be an undercover lover and a soul brother man

On the other hand, introduce me to your mother and

I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s my number one fan

Here I stand a full six-feet-three

And the perfect match has to be when you meet me

Under a palm tree in the middle of the beach

Bring a towel or a sheet like the boots with sand on my feet

After we eat what we brought on the pier

I hear your earrings jingle like a chandelier

As you premiere what you hear is not a simile

But it’s meant to be the poetry as me, a K-I-N-G

There’ll never be another Candyman

Because I melt in your mouth, not in your hand

Melt in your mouth

Melt in your mouth

Melt in your mouth

Melt in your mouth, not in your hand

Lip smacking good, good to the last drop

If I didn’t have to go, I know you never would stop

I’m on the top of your list for the best French kiss

I assist on your one last wish, and since

I’m not the type to fall in love on sight

I’m-a let you hold me tight for just one night

Since I write the rhymes to make the whole world sing

It doesn’t mean a thing when you call me the king

And bells won’t ring 'til I walk down the aisle

You could smile, but that won’t be for a long while

It’ll take more than a killer behind to change my mind

I’m not blind, I know the time

See, I’m not the kind to write a rhyme while you laugh

Ha, ha, ha, girl, I get half

So as I see it, you don’t need a wedding band

'Cause I melt in your mouth, not in your hand

Melt in your mouth

Melt in your mouth

Melt in your mouth

Melt in your mouth, not in your hand

Thirst quenching, did I mention

Give a chick an inch and she’ll want an extension

Pictured on my heiny right behind me is the man of the house

Suggesting that I burn the hell out

You begin to count, but no doubt, you call my cellular phone

Because I melt in your mouth like a snow cone

On and on as the saga continues

Here’s another page on the menu

When you see the Candyman, you see me as a hot hor d’oeuvre

And you got a lot of nerve

First come, first served is the usual procedure

After I tell you that I need you

Featured with any kind of line that I think what’s best for you

Because I wanna get next to you

Sex with you is just one small part of the plan

Because I melt in your mouth, not in your hand

Melt in your mouth

Melt in your mouth

Melt in your mouth

Melt in your mouth, not in your hand

Melt in your mouth, not in your hand

The C-A to the -ndy was the M-A-N

I’m like no other man, 'cause you know no other man can

Be an undercover lover and a soul brother man

On the other hand, introduce me to your mother and

I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s my number one fan

Here I stand a full six-feet-three

And the perfect match has to be when you meet me

Under a palm tree in the middle of the beach

Bring a towel or a sheet like the boots with sand on my feet

After we eat what we brought on the pier

I hear your earrings jingle like a chandelier

As you premiere what you hear is not a simile

But it’s meant to be the poetry as me, a K-I-N-G

There’ll never be another Candyman

Because I melt in your mouth, not in your hand

Melt in your mouth

Melt in your mouth

Melt in your mouth

Melt in your mouth, not in your hand