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And she knows you never ask her to come over |
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But she doesn't care |
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And she combs her hair over and over in the mirror, oh |
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And she spits and swears until she can't swear anymore |
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And she doesn't care when you call her a whore |
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You better watch out for her |
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She'll eat you up and she'll spit out the furs |
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She'll talk about you to all of the girls |
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But you wait for her |
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'Cause she's sweeter than a honeycomb |
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And that's why you stay at home |
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And she's slower than Valium |
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And that's why you stay at home |
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And she goes so that you can hardly see her |
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It's so slow |
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And I know she's low and dirty, but she told you so |
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Lady of luck, she's a roll of the dice |
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And it feels so right and so does your price |
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You'll see she'll put a spell on you |
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She did it to me and changed my point of view |
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She'll tie you up so that you can't move |
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As you wait for it |
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'Cause she's sweeter than a honeycomb |
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And that's why you stay at home |
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And she's slower than Valium |
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And that's why you stay at home |
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'Cause she's sweeter than a honeycomb |
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And that's why you stay at home |
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And she's slower than Valium |
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And that's why you stay at home |
