I was there to witness
 Candice’s inner princess
 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
 There's a hurricane in the back of her throat
 And she thinks she’s made of candy