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(Whoa) |
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Whoo |
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One, two |
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Out on the town, lookin' for a woman |
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Gonna gimme good love |
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Anybody wanna hang out with me |
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And maybe burn me up? |
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She was standin' alone over by the jukebox |
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Like she's something to sell |
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I said, "Baby, what's the goin' price?" |
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She told me to go to Hell |
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Shot down in flames |
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Shot down in flames |
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Ain't it a shame |
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To be shot down in flames? |
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Singles' bar, got my eye on a honey |
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Hangin' out everywhere |
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She might be straight |
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She might want my money |
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I really don't care, no |
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Said, "Baby, you're drivin' me crazy" |
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Layed it out on the line |
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When a guy with a chip on his shoulder said |
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"Toss off, fella', she's mine", oh |
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Shot down in flames |
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Shot down in flames |
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Ain't it a shame, yeah |
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To be shot down in flames? |
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Hey, you! Angus! Shoot me! Shoot! |
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That's nice! Whoo! Uh! Uh! Uh! Whoa! |
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Shot down in flames |
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Shot down in flames |
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Ain't it a shame |
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To be shot down in flames? |
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Oh! Shot! Shot down in flames |
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Ooh, shot down in flames |
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Ain't it a shame |
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To be shot down in flames? |
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I don't wanna be in pain |
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Don't wanna be, shot down in flames |
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Oh |
