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Intro: D | D | Bm | Bm D I was there to witness Candice’s inner business, Bm She wants the boys to notice Her rainbows and her ponies. D She was educated But could not count to ten. Bm Now she got lots of different horses By lots of different men. D And I say liberate your sons and daughters, Bm7 The bush is hot But in the hole there’s water. D You can get some when they give it, Bm7 G A Nothing’s sacred but it’s a living. Chorus: D Hey, ho, here she go, Bm7 Either a little too high Or a little too low, Gmaj Got no self-esteem and vertigo, A ’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, ’Cause she thinks she’s made of candy. Instrumental: D | D | Bm | Bm 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 push is high But in the hole there’s water. D As you will, she’ll be the whole of the law, Bm7 And if it don’t feel good, G A What are you doing it for? Now tell me. Chorus: 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, ’Cause she thinks she’s made of candy. Instrumental: D | D | Bm7 | Bm7 D Liberate your sons and daughters, Bm The bush is high But in the hole there’s water. D As you will, she’ll be the whole of the law, Bm And if it don’t feel good, What are you doing it for, D What are you doing it for, What are you doing it for, Bm7 What are you doing it for, What are you doing it for, D What are you doing it for, What are you doing it for, Bm7 What are you doing it for, G A What are you doing it for? Chorus: 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, ’Cause 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, Cos she thinks she’s made of candy. Instrumental: D | D | D | D