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She's stepping on the gas |
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Going too fast |
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Driving with her knee |
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Truckers screaming "Baby pick a lane. |
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You're gonna hurt somebody." |
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Got the mirror sideways |
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Puttin on her face |
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No more crying |
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All she's thinking about is sweet revenge |
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She's gonna hurt somebody |
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Some fool went and broke her heart |
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Bad move |
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I feel sorry for the guy |
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That winds up in her arms |
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He's gonna wake up wondering |
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What train just ran over his heart |
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With that little black dress |
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Those lava red lips |
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And one thing on her mind |
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She's gonna hurt somebody |
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She walks into the bar |
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Even in the dark |
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You can see it in her eyes |
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Everybody whispers give her room |
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As she heads up to the band |
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Napkin in her hand |
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Makin her request |
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Hey buddy don't you play that song |
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She's gonna hurt somebody |
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Some fool just asked her to dance |
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Bad move |
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I feel sorry for the guy |
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That winds up in her arms |
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He's gonna wake up wondering |
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What train just ran over his heart |
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With that little black dress |
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Those wild red lips |
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And one thing on her mind |
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She's gonna hurt somebody |
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She's gonna hurt somebody |
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Yea, I feel sorry for the guy |
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That winds up in her arms |
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He's gonna wake up wondering |
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What train just ran over his heart |
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With that little black dress |
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Those wild red lips |
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And one thing on her minds |
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She's gonna hurt somebody |
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She's gonna hurt somebody |
