Candy (XXV)

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

Now 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 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 at 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

Her 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 will, she'll be the whole of the law

And if it don't feel good

What are you doing it for?

Now tell me

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 at 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 will, she'll be the whole of the law

And if it 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?

Now tell me

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 at the back of her throat

And 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 at the back of her throat

And she thinks she's made of candy