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She was a good looking woman no doubt |
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A high steppin' mover that men talk about |
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But everything bad in me |
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She brought it out |
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And she was just no good for me |
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She was wonderfully wicked and wild |
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With the looks of a woman |
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And the ways of a child |
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She could twist me or turn me |
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With a look or a smile |
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And she was just no good for me |
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Don't be taken by the look in her eyes |
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If she looks like an angel |
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It's a perfect disguise |
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And for somebody else she may be |
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But she was just no good for me |
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I'm just a fool for a looker I guess |
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When it comes to beauty |
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Lord knows she was blessed |
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I thought I could change her |
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And I did my best |
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But she was just no good for me |
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Don't be taken by the look in her eyes |
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If she looks like an angel |
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It's a perfect disguise |
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And for somebody else she may be |
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But she was just no good for me |
