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Teenage queen a sweet gamine |
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Immortal youth a libertine |
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Is she real or just a dream |
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My heart beats fast like benzedrine |
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Everytime that she walks by |
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Sends shivers down my spine |
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Makes me want to die |
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She is out there on her own |
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Perfection in her chromosomes |
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She walks by I need to know |
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Her blood red lips as soft as snow |
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Everytime that she walks by |
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Sends shivers down my spine |
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Makes me want to die |
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Oh yea, she's a cherry bomb |
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She's a bullet in my head |
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Pull the trigger and I'm dead |
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Uh uh uh oh, oh yeah |
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When she walks across the floor |
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Electric shock and my heart is raw |
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Is she real or just a dream |
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My heart beats fast like benzedrine |
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Everytime that she walks by |
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Sends shivers down my spine |
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Makes me want to die |
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She's a cherry bomb |
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She's a bullet in my head |
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Pull the trigger and I'm dead |
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Uh uh uh oh, oh yeah |
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She's a cherry bomb |
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She's a bullet in my head |
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Pull the trigger and I'm |
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She's a cherry bomb |
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Dream about her in my bed |
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Pull the trigger and I'm dead |
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Uh uh uh oh, oh yeah |
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Uh uh uh oh, oh yeah |
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Uh uh uh oh, oh yeah |
