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, oh, 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, oh, here she goes, either a little too loud or a little too close

Has got a hurricane at the back of her throat, 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 will" shall be the whole of the law

And if it don't feel good what are you doing it for?

Now tell me

Hey, oh, 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, oh, here she goes, 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" shall 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?

Hey, oh, 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, oh, here she goes, either a little too loud or a little too close

Got a hurricane at the back of her throat, she thinks she's made of candy

Hey, oh, 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, oh, here she goes, either a little too loud or a little too close

Got a hurricane at the back of her throat, she thinks she's made of candy