Meet me in back of the drugstore I got the world inside my trench coat I'll give you the sense of well-being That you will never know in this life Meet me baby... Meet me in back of the drugstore I got your desires in a paper bag Only I know when and where To give you your fulfillment Check out what daddy's carrying Heel bruises skull, skull bruises heel Evil is not when it's between satin sheets Little girls like you parade in their bondages And sigh at my sacred scent of freedom A tormented soul A bought soul A tormented soul A bought soul A tormented soul A bought soul Which are you? which are you? You're my walking candy store