XXV - Emanuele Onorato

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 10 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, 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 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 Her 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, she'll be the whole of the law 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 back of her throat 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? 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 back of her throat 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 at back of her throat She thinks she's made of candy