Meet your needs, my selfishness calls
Devils words, men are scum, falls
It's not my what environment instilled in me
Am a candy woman, there to set blood sugar free
Put me in you pocket
Your picture in my locket
All on my court docket there
One intelligent, kind man to bare
All of these needs
Pull out the weeds
To grow the good
Sugar cane's tall wood
On your coffee table candy in a dish
Open up the container if sweet's the wish
That you keep at home
To let the taste buds moan
Lessons to be
Are they for me
Hold on cane in the soil
Grow towards the sun and toil.