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Intro: F# | F# | Ebm | Ebm F# I was there to witness Candice’s inner business, Ebm She wants the boys to notice Her rainbows and her ponies. F# She was educated But could not count to ten. Ebm Now she got lots of different horses By lots of different men. F# And I say liberate your sons and daughters, Ebm7 The bush is hot But in the hole there’s water. F# You can get some when they give it, Ebm7 B C# Nothing’s sacred but it’s a living. Chorus: F# Hey, ho, here she go, Ebm7 Either a little too high Or a little too low, Bmaj Got no self-esteem and vertigo, C# ’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: F# | F# | Ebm | Ebm 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. F# As you will, she’ll be the whole of the law, Ebm7 And if it don’t feel good, B C# 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: F# | F# | Ebm7 | Ebm7 F# Liberate your sons and daughters, Ebm The bush is high But in the hole there’s water. F# As you will, she’ll be the whole of the law, Ebm And if it don’t feel good, What are you doing it for, F# What are you doing it for, What are you doing it for, Ebm7 What are you doing it for, What are you doing it for, F# What are you doing it for, What are you doing it for, Ebm7 What are you doing it for, B C# 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: F# | F# | F# | F#