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Here she comes |
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(Here she comes) |
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Little town flirt |
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(Here she comes) |
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You're fallin' for her |
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(Her) |
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And you're gonna get hurt |
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Yeah, I know it's so hard to resist |
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The temptation of her tender red lips |
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But you can get hurt, hur-hur-hurt |
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(Hurt) |
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Yeah, you can get hur-hur-urt |
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(Hurt) |
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Foolin' around |
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(Foolin' around) |
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With that little town flirt |
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Here she comes |
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(Here she comes) |
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With that look in her eye |
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(Here she comes) |
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She plays around |
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(Around) |
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With every guy that goes by |
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Yeah, I know she's gonna treat you wrong |
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So your heart just better be strong |
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'Cause you can get hurt, hur-hur-hurt |
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(Hurt) |
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Yeah, you can get hur-hur-urt |
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(Hurt) |
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Foolin' around |
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(Foolin' around) |
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With that little town flirt |
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I know a'how you feel |
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([Incomprehensible]) |
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You think her love is real |
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([Incomprehensible]) |
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You think this time she'll be sincere |
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But you think you've got a paper heart |
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When she starts to tear it apart |
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That's when she'll let you go |
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(Go, whoa, whoa, whoa) |
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Here she comes |
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(Here she comes) |
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Just look at that style |
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(Here she comes) |
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She's looking at you |
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(Aah) |
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Giving you that smile |
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But I know she's gonna treat you wrong |
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(Aah) |
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So your heart just better be strong |
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'Cause you can get hurt, hur-hur-hurt |
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(Hurt) |
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Yeah, you can get hur-hur-urt |
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(Hurt) |
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Foolin' around |
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(Foolin' around) |
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With that little town flirt |
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(Here she comes) |
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You better run and hide now boy |
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(Here she comes) |
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You better pass her by, now, yeah, boy |
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(Here she comes) |
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(Here she comes) |
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You better runaway now, yeah |
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(Here she comes) |
