Songtexte
I
was
there
to
witness
Candice's
inner
princess
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-a
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
'em
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
you
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
will,
she'll
be
the
whole
of
the
law
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
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