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She had the cool and distant gaze |
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Of a girl who wasn't raised |
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Because she's self-made |
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Now a woman not fazed |
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By the other's selfish rage |
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She made love |
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She didn't get laid |
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She made love |
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She didn't get laid |
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And the drum was always going |
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When the beer was free and flowing |
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Reminiscing of the wild times, the wild times |
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Reminiscing of the wild times, the wild times |
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Well she was hot |
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A hot girl, hot night |
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Yeah she was hot |
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All right |
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Lyin' ****ed up on the floor |
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Yeah she was ****ed up on the floor |
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She put her head into the pain, into the pain |
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She put her head into the pain, into the pain |
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And then she pulled back, the bloody remains |
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Well she was hot |
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A hot girl, hot night |
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Yeah she was hot |
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Well all right |
