Bikini Kill — Jet Ski

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Ain’t got no more
No more candy for you

I’m not your rocket ship
Or your motor boat
Your movie set
Or your cartoon show
Not your fucking VCR
Not your avant-garde postcard idea

I’m not your oilwell
I’m not your blood bank
I’m not your bullet proof vest
Or your Visa card

Ain’t got no candy for you
Ain’t got no candy for you
Ain’t got
I got no candy for you

I said I’m not your vacation spot
I’m not your footnote, freakshow
Or your latest cause

I’m not your view to a kill
I’m not your background tune
I’m not the nutty story
That your neighbors been telling to you

Ain’t got no candy for you
Ain’t got no candy for you
Ain’t got
I got no candy for you

I said I’m not your oilwell
I’m not your dimestore novel
Or your prison cell

I’m not, I’m not, I’m not, I’m not …

Ain’t got, ain’t got, ain’t got, ain’t got…

I ain’t got no candy for you