Robbie Williams —
Candy

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Lyrics and Music by Robbie Williams, Gary Barlow and Terje Olsen

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                 H      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,
         Hmaj
     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,
                H        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,
                H        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#