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I tell ya she's a heart breaker |
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And you can't tell me she ain't |
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There's a little devil in her |
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Under all that powder and paint |
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And she can hang you up every night |
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And get you so uptight |
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She's 99 pounds, i said 99 pounds, |
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She's 99 pounds of some kind of dynomite |
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I tell you half a ton of sugar ain't half as sweet as her |
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She can change and rearrange you |
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Till you can't tell what you were |
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And it don't even pay to fight |
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'cause she don't know wrong from right |
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She's 99 pounds, i said 99 pounds, |
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She's 99 pounds of some kind of dynomite |
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And she may look like an angel |
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But she's made out of tnt |
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She's a little bitty thing and she ???? |
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Yeah but when she holds you tight |
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She's some kind of outa sight |
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She's 99 pounds, i said 99 pounds, |
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I said 99 pounds of some kind of dynomite |
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I said 99 pounds, i said 99 pounds, |
