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No more coquettish look on your face |
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Not so much pretty but you're in your place |
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Hide behind your man, |
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Don't dare to think for you |
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Keep your claws off me as I walk on through |
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Walk on through, |
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Don't you glare |
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I'm not the kind of girl who will just pull on your hair |
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I won't be through, |
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Till you're blue |
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Walk on through |
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Just us two |
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What are you gonna do? |
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Damn man, come on and sell your seconds |
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No on can make ya make ya break ya |
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Anyway anyway I will make ya, they'll crown me |
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Never used to harm no-one, |
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No matter what the reason |
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Now you dug your grave |
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And it's bitch hunting season |
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Smiling madly (you're insane) honey |
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When I see you around |
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I'll get you on the ground |
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It's not my plan to steal your man, |
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It's a pitiful sight that's hard to stand |
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I guess I dont get a clue |
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So step your ass aside and let me walk on ****ing through |
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Damn man come on and sell your second |
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No one can make ya break ya |
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Anyway anyway I'll make you, they'll crown me. |
