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Here she comes, that little town flirt |
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You're falling for her and your 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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Yeah, you can get hur-hur-hur-hur-hurt |
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Foolin' around with that little town flirt |
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Here she comes with that look in her eye |
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She plays around 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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Yeah, you can get hur-hur-hur-hur-hurt |
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Foolin' around with that little town flirt |
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I know how you feel, you think her love is real |
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You think this time she'll be sincere |
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But you'll think you gotta 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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Whoa whoa whoa |
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Here she comes, just look at that style |
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She's looking at you, giving you that smile |
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But 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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Yeah, you can get hur-hur-hur-hur-hurt |
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Foolin' around with that little town flirt |
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You bette run and hide now, boy |
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You better pass her by now, yeah boy |
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You better run away now, yeah |