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How come, when she's cold |
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she can melt your heart? |
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And when she's so blond |
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it tears you apart. |
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She's making it clear, |
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but you don't see through her. |
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She's got you where she wants you now. |
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She's got you where she needs you now. |
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How come, when she's bad |
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that you feel so good? |
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You know you can head, |
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but it's understood. |
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You know when she's wrong, |
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but you tell her she's right. |
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She's got you where she wants you now. |
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She's got you where she needs you now. |
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Under her spell, under her thumb. |
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No place to hide, no place to run. |
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If she's your life, |
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how can she take your breath away |
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with just one look at her? |
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And if she's your world, |
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why can't you tell your nights from day? |
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When she turns around, |
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does she know when she's found her a fool. |
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She's got you where she wants you now. |
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She's got you where she needs you now. |
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She's got you where she wants you now. |
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She's got you where she needs you now. |
