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She sure digs the cut and thrust, |
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She loves the sound of noses busting, |
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Just like her mama always said, |
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It goes with her head. |
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And she thinks it's just amazing, |
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When she cuts somebodys face, |
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Just like her mother always said, |
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It goes to her head. |
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She likes to move. |
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In Vicious Circles. |
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Daddy was the law which may explain, |
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The way his daughters acting, |
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She likes to bite the hand that feeds, |
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She bites to the bone. |
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And you'll never find her in the school, |
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That girl is far too cool, |
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Now Shes gone to scratch that itch, |
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She's fallen to bits. |
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She likes to move. |
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In Vicious Circles. |
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She's a cutie little mermaid, |
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In a sea of sharks, |
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But when the dogs come sniffing, |
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That's when the trouble starts. |
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She's so blind she can't see when it's getting dark. |
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Now her leather jacket's empty, |
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Like the gun they found beside her, |
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Just like her mother always said, |
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It went to her head. |
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She likes to move. |
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In Vicious Circles |
