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She walks like a millionaire |
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The black in her eyes |
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Picks out the red in her hair |
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She talks like she's tired of it all |
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But in an hour or two |
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She'll be having a ball |
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Hot legs, your love potion |
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Much more than just a crazy notion |
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If you want more, try her hot water |
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She'll be leading you on |
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Like a lamb to the slaughter |
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She's a little angel |
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Don't you know that your mine |
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Just a little angel, just a little angel |
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She's making movies |
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Dancing like a queen |
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She lives like a star |
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But they don't know |
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Where she's been |
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Like a freight train |
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Ride into the night |
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She'll drive the fast lane |
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If the feelings right |
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And if you want more |
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Try her hot water |
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She'll be leading you on |
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Like a lamb to the slaughter |
