[L. Hoffsten]  Just like the bubbles in champagne  I got you running through my veins  Intoxicated by a strange kond of drug  got a sting from a rare little bug  I've never seen before  You a the sugar in my bowl  my candyman and tootsieroll  Buzz around like a honeybee  kisses filled with calories  Darling I am stuck on you  I got a sweet tooth  I really tried to extract  something good from the bitter past  But in my cup, I don't want sweet'n low  No one can substitute tin for gold  I want the real thing  You a the sugar in my bowl  my candyman and tootsieroll  Buzz around like a honeybee  kisses filled with calories  Darling I am stuck on you  I got a sweet tooth