Candy lyrics I was there to witness Candice’s inner princess She wants the boys to notice Her rainbows, and her ponnies 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 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 bush is high But in the hole there’s water As you win She’ll be the hollywood love And if it don’t feel good What are you doing this 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 There's a hurricane in the back of her throat And 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 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

My Aunt's friend's goddaughters second cousin thrice removed's #life story Hello my name is Welda. Im from Bolivia. I ran away and crossed through many Borders and into new, undiscovered Lands. I went to LesboPrincessland and married a loaded prunicorn ( princess crossed with a unicorn) who owned a rainbow! I picked up and apple off the ground. I took a bite, I realised it had prunicorn poo smeared all over it!!! I had a panic attack cos I'm nervous about germs and I passed out!!!! I needed to take a chill pill I thought. And so I did. It tasted amazing but I don't remember much after that - I didn't realise how strong those pills were!!!! Oh well. I didn't actually care so I at the whole sack and totally chilled!!!! The after effect was so strong I died and my prunicorn wife picked me off the floor and ate everything except from my heart which she displayed in a glass cabinet. And so I died in LesboPrincessland where my heart still remains... Oh dear it must be rotten now!!!!

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Hello, this is the story of my #life. I wrote this because I wanted to share my experiences with the rest of the world, once it is out in the open I can be accepted into the world. My name is Cristina Pollyanna Mitchell Crimson. I was born in a slum in Carangua, Madagascar on 14th August 1989. My father ran away my as soon as the news broke out that my mother was pregnant with me. A rich, famous person called Richard Crimson came to Madagascar to see what #life was really like, living it rough. He met my mother and fell in love with her, because she was indeed incredibly beautiful and always picked up he attention of most men. The rich man took my mother and I to the Great Wall of China and the two of them got married in the most pretty temples attached to the wall. On that day a kind, lady Yanghai Shishi looked after me. My mother, Hingua Mingelker, now Hingua Crimson. Richard took us back to his vast, elaborate palace in England, we were served by servants. We had started a brand new #life. A scream. I died. My mother grieved. Robert didn't care after all. He had fooled us. He was a bad man. He was a massacre killer. He murdered me. We thought he was nice. We were wrong. How wrong we were. We had never considered it. He killed and assaulted my mum. Little did he know I would come back to haunt him on many sleepless nights. Written by Felicity Dunn