Death in the Candystore?

Love me, love me, I am just a lonely boy.
Give me soda pop and toys.
Love me, love me, please a little candy girl.
Take those chocolates from the boys.
The sight of angry children, and the way they’re drawing obsession in their moves.
It’s all about the nature, hate is everywhere in that tiny store.
And when Molly gets her kicks, gives out candy for the tricks.
Yeah, those kids always eat too fast. Still they’re dying for a bag or a multicolored drag,
and when they cry, they say:
Love me, love me, I’m just a lonely boy. Give me soda pop and toys.
Love me, love me, please a little candy girl. Take those chocolates from the boys.
I say: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. The number is the worst, It’s the devil of the game.
And then, when your babies seems like puppets on a string,
you will know there is a catch cause your joining in the ring.
Mrs. Hopalong melodramatic gets the panic. Do kids ever get enough?
When it’s time to close the store, they will always ask for more,
but that is life.
Love me, love me, I’m just a lonely boy. Give me soda pop and toys.
Love me, love me, please a little candy girl. Take those chocolates from the boys.
They’re eating way too fast.
This is for the devil in the picture that you couldn’t believe.
It’s the truth of the agony you couldn’t achieve.
So where’s your daddy sleeping over? Why did he never tell?
Where’s your mom? Where’s her lover? Where is Nanny Estelle?
Are they going for the pressure? Are they always too high?
Are you bad for the future? Are you going to die?
Love me, love me, I’m just a lonely boy. Soda pop and toys.
Love me, love me, I’m just a lonely boy. Soda pop and toys.