Candy

I was there to witness

Candice's inner princess

She wants the boys to notice

Her rainbows, and her ponnies

She was educated

But could not count to ten

How she got lots of different horses

By lots of different men

And I say

Liberate your sons and daughters

The bush is high

But in the hole there's water

You can get some, when they give it

Nothing sacred, but it's a living

Hey ho here she goes

Either a little too high or a little too low

Got no self-esteem and vertigo

Cause she thinks she's made of candy

Hey ho here she goes

Either a little too loud or a little too close

There's a hurricane in the back of her throat

And she thinks she's made of candy

Ring a ring of roses

Whoever gets the closest

She comes and she goes

As the war of the roses

Mother was a victim

Father beat the system

By moving bricks to Brixton

And learning how to fix them

Liberate your sons and daughters

The bush is high

But in the hole there's water

As you win

She'll be the hollywood love

And if it don't feel good

What are you doing this for

Hey ho here she goes

Either a little too high or a little too low

Got no self-esteem and vertigo

Cause she thinks she's made of candy

Hey ho here she goes

Either a little too loud or a little too close

There's a hurricane in the back of her throat

Cause she thinks she's made of candy

Liberate your sons and daughters

The bush is high but in the hole there's water

As you will she'll be the Hollywood love

And if you don't feel good

What are you doing it for?

What are you doing it for?

What are you doing it for?

What are you doing it for?

What are you doing it for?

What are you doing it for?

What are you doing it for?

What are you doing it for?

What are you doing it for?

Hey, ho, here she go

Either a little too high or a little too low

Got no self-esteem and vertigo

'Cause she thinks she's made of candy

Hey, ho, here she go

Either a little too loud or a little too close

Got a hurricane in the back of her throat

She thinks she's made of candy

Hey, ho, here she go

Either a little too high or a little too low

Got no self-esteem and vertigo

'Cause she thinks she's made of candy

Hey, ho, here she go

Either a little too loud or a little too close

Got a hurricane in the back of her throat

She thinks she's made of candy