Red-faced, caught red-handed Paint in hand, she paints the template Blue skies, skies the limit, limit-breaking Got that green like, green eye, she's a monster Silver bullet, silver linings Lines within the lines (Lines within the lines) Now make me color in Stay strong with will torn Your stigma, gon' burn it on Say-saying this, say-saying that Ready, go, run, I'm on the block Got me up to orange Gotta rhyme something with orange Say that nothing rhymes with orange Thinking I'll just work without orange Suck it up, push it off, pick it up Here we go, get back to that drawing board Drop it off, scrub it off, take it down Gotta go, get back to that drawing board Pull it off, scrub it off, hurry now Gotta go, not a lot left to go Don't let them take it too slow Gotta go, hey, why aren't you ready? One, two, three, four, she'll push you to the count of four Then five, six, seven, she'll keep on counting up to seven Eight, not ten, not eighty-seven Take it right back down to seven Wait, ha, wait, huh, no time, on a dime and she's drawing a line Girls, what is she made of? Sugar and spice, and huh, none of them tastes love She's everything nice I'm gonna tell you her name (What?) I'm gonna tell you her name (What?) I'm Sugar Riot (Riot) Ring of roses Colorful with pretty poison All you'll taste is (Can you guess what?) Ring of roses Caught you snooping, art is dripping Running and running around, yo Running and running around Until we're down, we all fall down Round and round and round We all fall down Round and round and round We all fall down Round and round and Ashes to ashes to ashes Ashes to ashes to ashes On the wall, the writing's on the wall, yo She's off the wall, yo, this kid is off the wall, yo Paint a picture, rip it up into a picture Strange straight from fiction And this is what we start with Paint, you can't win this war You'll take these lessons lightly Put down those sticks and swords The pen is far more mighty All the other workers on machines draw a blank to me All of those bossy low-key artists have to roll the die. Suck it up, push it off, pick it up Here we go, get back to that drawing board Drop it off, scrub it off, take it down Gotta go, get back to that drawing board Pull it off, scrub it off, hurry now Gotta go, not a lot left to go Don't let them take it too slow Gotta go, hey, why aren't you ready? One, two, three, four, she'll push you to the count of four Then four, three, two, one, she'll count back down again just for fun Then one, two, three, four, fi- seven She left out six, plus five together Then wait, now, no, run, no time, on a dime and she's due to arrive Girls, what are we made of? (Yeah!) Sugar and spice and (ow) You know what they're made of Not everything (Nice!) And if you're asking her name (What?) I'm gonna tell you her name (What?) I'm Sugar Riot. Riot. (Pick the pieces up) Ring of roses Colorful with pretty poison All you'll taste is (Can you guess what?) Ring of roses Caught you snooping, art is dripping Running and running around, yo Running and running around Until we're down, we all fall down Round and round and round We all fall down Round and round and round We all fall down Round and round and Ashes to ashes to ashes Ashes to ashes to dust!
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