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Girl, I wanna die in yer arms tonight |
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I really don't care about the wrong or right |
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The fruit is forbidden but it's sweet and it's ripe |
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I think I'm gonna pick me some and take me a bite |
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Baby girl, looks so good, she walks so mean |
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Got a vicious little sway, |
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I think she's semi-obscene |
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She'll pick your bones clean, oh, my |
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God, she's so fine |
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She's sweeter than the dew out on the grapes on the vine |
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I'ma pick her, |
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I'ma squeeze her, |
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I'ma make me some wine |
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I'ma drink her till |
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I'm a crazy, |
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I'ma drink till |
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I'm blindI'ma touch her so good, |
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I'ma treat her so fine |
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I'm gonna make love to her soul, |
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I'm gonna **** all with her mind |
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Girl, I wanna die in yer arms tonight |
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I really don't care about the wrong or right |
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The fruit is forbidden but it's sweet and it's ripe |
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I think I'm gonna pick me some and take me a bite |
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Baby girl, acts so proper, like daddy's little daughter |
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A wolf in sheep's clothing, leading lambs out to the slaughter |
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She's looking so young, she's smelling so pretty |
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She's a junkie on a binge and her drug is the city |
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She's a vicious little bitty, attitude is shitty |
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If I get my way she's probably gonna come home with me |
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Talk ain't good for nothing, eyes are made for crying |
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Bombs are made for dropping, girl, yer arms were made for dying |
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Girl, I wanna die in yer arms tonight |
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I really don't care about the wrong or right |
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The fruit is forbidden but it's sweet and it's ripe |
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I think I'm gonna pick me some and take me a bite |
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Girl, I wanna die in yer arms tonight |
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I really don't care about the wrong or right |
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The fruit is forbidden but it's sweet and it's ripe |
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I think I'm gonna pick me some and take me a bite |
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Die in yer arms tonight |
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Care about the wrong or right |
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Forbidden but it's sweet and it's ripe |
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Pick me some and take me a bite |
