Candy by Robbie Williams

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
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
Got a hurricane at the back of her throat
'Cause 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 win she’ll be the whole of her love
And if it don’t feel good
What are you doing it 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
Got a hurricane at the back of her throat
'Cause 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 win she’ll be the whole of her love
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, 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
Got a hurricane at the back of her throat
'Cause 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
Got a hurricane in the back of her throat
'Cause she thinks she’s made of candy