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She steals my love out a way that she licks her lips |
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She's got that look right down to her fingertips |
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My mind says something's wrong when she whips her eye |
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But when he told me something else that can never lie |
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And everytime that she touches me I just wanna die. |
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She's a bad girl |
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She's a bad girl |
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She's a bad girl |
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And I can't explain |
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How I feel, is it real |
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Is it love by another name? |
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Oh, and when I'm all alone in the night |
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I call her up on the telephone and feel allright |
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When she shakes my tambourine I start to dance inside |
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That she throws my proud a switch and let her fingers glide |
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I don't need to go that way but I sure like the ride. |
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She's a bad girl |
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She's a bad girl |
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She's a bad girl |
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And I can't explain |
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How I feel, is it real |
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Is it love by another name? |
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She's so bad |
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Oh, she steals my love out a way she licks her lips |
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She's got that look right down to her fingertips |
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My mind says something's wrong when she whips her eye |
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But he told me something else I can never, never, never lie |
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And everytime that she touches me I just wanna die. |
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She's a bad girl |
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She's a bad girl |
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She's a bad girl |
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And I can't explain |
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How I feel, is it real |
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Is it love by another name? |
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She's a bad girl |
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She's a bad girl |
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She's a bad girl |
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She's so bad |
