| Check you out in your big metal shoe
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| Fighting so many kids don’t know what to do
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| You got some heavy metal but big ain’t bad
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| This little Riding Hood’s just way too rad
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| Mirror mirror who will lose it all?
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| Soundly whip those children or your cradle’s gonna fall
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| Cuz I’m alive
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| Like a puppet with a heartbeat
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| I’m on fire
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| And I’m flying off the dope sheet
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| You’re gonna wind
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| Up like that robin at your last tweet
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| You’re heading for a fall
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| And you’re nearing the end
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| Like a house made of straw
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| No-one's putting you together again
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| Best get nimble
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| And you better be quick
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| Or I’m gonna break your bones
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| With some stones and sticks
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| Run run run run
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| Just as fast as you can
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| You better make a wish
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| Like a fisherman
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| Ashes, ashes
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| Guess who’s falling down
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| Sparring in glass slippers
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| And you’re bound to break your crown
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| And I’m just right
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| Like a porridge at a nice heat
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| I’m gonna fly
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| With the swans and show my beauty
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| Gonna get popped
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| Like a weasel 'til you retreat
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| The sky is gonna fall
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| You’ll be feeling the pain
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| You would be great and terrible
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| But only if you had a brain
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| Pop goes the weasel
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| Time to defeat you
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| Hickory dickory
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| Flawless victory
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| Caught your tail
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| Like the three blind mice
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| Better listen up
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| Not saying it twice
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| Ring around the rosie
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| You can’t oppose me
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| I’ll let you know now
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| I’m gonna take you down
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| You’re gonna meet your end of this play
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| Yo, no more pretending, you’ll fall in pain
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| Your star won’t twinkle
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| Squeezed to a wrinkle
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| Bloody up the scene
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| A nightmarish fiend
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| London Bridge is down
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| You can’t make a sound
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| The wheels on the bus
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| Have just been crushed
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| Eeny meeny mi
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| Time for you to die
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| Catch you by the toe
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| Never letting go
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| Note to the grave
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| It’s your last day
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| You can’t see me
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| Cuz I’m alive
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| Like a puppet with a heartbeat
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| I’m on fire
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| And I’m flying off the dope sheet
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| You’re gonna wind
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| Up like that robin at your last tweet
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| You’re heading for a fall
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| And you’re nearing the end
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| Like a house made of straw
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| No-one's putting you together again |