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Intro: G# | G# | Fm | Fm G# I was there to witness Candice’s inner business, Fm She wants the boys to notice Her rainbows and her ponies. G# She was educated But could not count to ten. Fm Now she got lots of different horses By lots of different men. G# And I say liberate your sons and daughters, Fm7 The bush is hot But in the hole there’s water. G# You can get some when they give it, Fm7 C# Eb Nothing’s sacred but it’s a living. Chorus: G# Hey, ho, here she go, Fm7 Either a little too high Or a little too low, C#maj Got no self-esteem and vertigo, Eb ’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: G# | G# | Fm | Fm 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. G# As you will, she’ll be the whole of the law, Fm7 And if it don’t feel good, C# Eb 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: G# | G# | Fm7 | Fm7 G# Liberate your sons and daughters, Fm The bush is high But in the hole there’s water. G# As you will, she’ll be the whole of the law, Fm And if it don’t feel good, What are you doing it for, G# What are you doing it for, What are you doing it for, Fm7 What are you doing it for, What are you doing it for, G# What are you doing it for, What are you doing it for, Fm7 What are you doing it for, C# Eb 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: G# | G# | G# | G#
Опубликовано 14.12.12