Interpret:

Robbie Williams

Album:

Take The Crown

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’s 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 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


Bring 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 the law
And if it don’t feel good
What are you doing this for?


Now tell me


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


Liberate your sons and daughters
The bush is high
But in the hole there’s water
As you win
She’ll be the Hollywood Love
And if you don’t feel good
What are you doing this for?
What are you doing this for?
What are you doing this for?
What are you doing this for?
What are you doing this for?
What are you doing this for?
What are you doing this for?
What are you doing this for?
What are you doing this for?


Hey ho here she goes
Either a little too high or a little too low
Got no self esteem and vertigo
Cos 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 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
There's a hurricane in the back of her throat
And she thinks she’s made of candy