Drugstore Logic

Meet me in the back of the drugstore
I got the world inside my trench coat
I'll give you the sense of the well-being
That you will never know in this life

Meet me, baby

Meet me in the back of the drugstore
I got your desires in a paper bag
Only I know when and where
To give you a sense of fulfilment

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
Sigh at my sacred scent of freedom

Meet me in the back of the drugstore
I got the world inside my trench coat
I'll give you the sense of the well-being
That you will never know in this life

Meet me in the back of the drugstore
I got your desires in a paper bag
Only Jack knows when and where
To give, give, give, you a sense of fulfilment

A tormented soul
A bought soul
A tormented soul
A bought soul
A tormented soul
A bought soul
A tormented soul
A bought soul

A tormented soul
A bought soul
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