Her hair, soft drifted snow Death white, I'd like to know Why she hates all that she does And she calls me little boy lost Until the sky turns green The grass is several shades of blue Every member of parliament trips on glue It takes all these things and all that time Till my sugar spun sister's happy With this love of mine It'll take all these things and oh much more I've paid for fifteen or more But my guts can't take many more 'Cause my hands are stuck to my jeans She knows, she knows what this must mean She wakes up with the sun She asks me what is all the fuss As she gave me more than she thought should She wakes up with the sun I think what I have done As I give her more than I thought I would It takes all these things and all that time Till my sugar spun sister's happy With this love of mine The candy floss girl The sticky fingered boy Oh, that sister of mine