Lyrics: I was there to witness Candice's inner business She wants the boys to notice Her rainbows, and her ponies 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 Now tell me 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 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 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 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 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 I Need my obsession to go further - Airedale ovo2 / •S1lly-Ed1tor•
