Come stumbling in like a prodigal son; that's where I'll begin,
I didn't know I was looking for someone to show me my place,
Short on affection, and a long way from home,
The path to perfection was a way I hadn't thought of before, until the first embrace,
Like a fog that's finally lifting, I could feel my burdens shifting.
And now I carry it all to my candy guru,
Carry it all to my candy guru.
It was a willing seduction; the apple was bitten,
Primed and smitten by a sense of belonging somewhere I didn't deserve,
Now with a look that makes me; an image that takes me into the realm of possibly finding out who I might be,
But then, who can tell?
Let the kowtows never cease,
Like a peasant to his hands and knees, I fall.
And carry it all to my candy guru,
And carry it all to my candy guru.
Let the kowtows never cease,
Like a peasant on his hands and knees, I crawl.
Carry it all to my candy guru,
I carry it all to my candy guru,
Carry it all,
Carry it all,
I can carry it all.
Carry it all to my candy guru,
I can carry it all to my candy guru.
