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You've seen her at a party, she's doing her rounds* |
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She likes to get it started, she likes to get loud |
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She's poppin that champagne, she's taking shots down |
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She's living for the moment |
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She's a time bomb, trying to take you out, |
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The ticking of her heart is the only sound |
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She's a time bomb, about to detonate |
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You try to cut her wires but you're way too late |
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Whisky stain on her dress now, she's wearing it proud |
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And there's nothing you can tell her, cuz she's starting to shout |
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Now she's spraying that champagne, all over the crowd |
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She's living for the moment |
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She's a time bomb, trying to take you out, |
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The ticking of her heart is the only sound |
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She's a time bomb, about to detonate |
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You try to cut her wires but you're way too late |