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I'm knockin' at your door |
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And there's no answer |
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I hear the moans and groans |
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Of your nasty laughter |
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I'm kickin' in the door |
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As your breathin' gets faster |
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Your trail of clues |
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Is leadin' to disaster |
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Once I looked into your eyes |
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I thought they were true |
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Innocence can turn to lies |
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And now the finger points |
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At you, baby |
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Shame Shame |
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Shame You should've known better |
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Than to cheat on me |
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Shame Shame |
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Shame Now it don't matter |
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So let me be |
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You've got your own self to blame |
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Now it's time to feel the pain |
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Of your twisted little game |
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It's such a cryin' |
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Shame Shame |
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Shame Shame |
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Shame Shame |
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Did you do your poses |
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In the mirror |
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Did you tell him |
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Baby, baby please |
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Did you twist his tongue |
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And bend his ear |
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Did you have him beggin', beggin' |
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On his knees |
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Once you looked into my eyes |
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And told me you were mine |
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Now I see your cheap disguise |
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And you're runnin' out of time now, baby |
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Shame Shame |
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Shame You should've known better |
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Than to cheat on me |
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Shame Shame |
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Shame Now it don't matter |
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So let me be |
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You've got your own self to blame |
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Now it's time to feel the pain |
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Of your twisted little game |
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It's such a cryin' |
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Shame Shame |
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Shame Shame |
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Shame Shame |
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There's no answer |
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Once you looked into my eyes |
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And told me you were mine |
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Now I see your cheap disguise |
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And now the finger points at you, baby |
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Now you dont know what to do, baby |
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Shame Shame |
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Shame You should've known better |
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Than to cheat on me |
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Shame Shame |
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Shame Now it don't matter |
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So let me be |
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Shame Shame |
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Shame You should've known better |
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Than to cheat on me |
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Shame Shame |
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Shame Now it don't matter |
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So let me be |
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You've got your own self to blame |
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Now it's time to feel the pain |
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Of your twisted little game |
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It's such a cryin' |
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Shame Shame |
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Shame Shame |
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Shame |
