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 hеr name (What?)
My Sugar Riot (Riot)

Ring of roses
Colorful with pretty poison
All you'll tastе 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