Betty walks into the corner sweet shop
Buys a box of lemon drops
Sour pain
And then an aftertaste
Sweet like sun kissed dew
Sour, sweet sour
The lonely black licorice aisle
No one wants waits
For someone to come
Take her home
California
A tearful lozenge
A joyful Ju-Ju-Bee
All in the same neat row
Waiting
For Mama to come
Sour, sweet sour
A lollipop child
Sweet as can be
Went up to the counter
And bought herself
A case of the blues
Buys a box of lemon drops
Sour pain
And then an aftertaste
Sweet like sun kissed dew
Sour, sweet sour
The lonely black licorice aisle
No one wants waits
For someone to come
Take her home
California
A tearful lozenge
A joyful Ju-Ju-Bee
All in the same neat row
Waiting
For Mama to come
Sour, sweet sour
A lollipop child
Sweet as can be
Went up to the counter
And bought herself
A case of the blues

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