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Whoa |
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Whoa |
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One, two |
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Out on the town lookin' for a woman |
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Gonna give me good love |
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Anybody want to hang out with me |
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And maybe burn me up |
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She was standin' alone over by the jukebox |
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Like she's somethin' to sell |
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I said, baby what's the goin'-price |
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She told me to go to hell |
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Shot down in flames |
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Shot down in flames |
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Ain't it a shame |
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To be shot down in flames |
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Singles' bar, got my eye on a honey |
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Hangin' out everywhere |
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She might be straight, she might want my money, |
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I really don't care, no |
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Said, baby, you're driving me crazy |
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Layed it out on the line |
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When a guy with a chip on his shoulder said |
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Toss off buddy she's mine |
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Ooh |
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Shot down in flames |
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Shot down in flames |
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Ain't it a shame, yeah |
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To be shot down in flames |
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Hey you, Angus |
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Shoot me, shoot |
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That's nice |
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Wooah |
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Uh, oh, auh, whoa |
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Shot down in flames |
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Shot down in flames |
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Ain't it a shame |
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To be shot down in flames |
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Oh, shot, shot down in flames, ooh |
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Shot down in flames |
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Ain't it a shame |
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To be shot down in flames |
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I don't need the pain |
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Don't wanna be, shot down in flames |
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Hugh, ahahahah |
