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Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go to hell |
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The rest of them get rich and do just what they feel |
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Well rich boys live in houses and poor boys live in sin |
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The rest of them get married and are never seen again |
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Well let me tell a story explain the shape I'm in |
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The girl I had last night had never tasted sin |
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So I took her to my hotel where I tried to get my way |
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She said "Wait a minute, Bret, there's something I must say" |
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She said If you wanna talk that's fine with me |
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But if you want more you'd better let me be |
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Cause you can look but you can't touch |
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Cause the best things in life ain't cheap |
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You can look but you can't touch |
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Cause baby I ain't for keeps |
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Well maybe I'm a bad boy |
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OK, so I've been around the block |
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But I am good at one thing |
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And believe me it ain't talk |
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She says you must be kidding |
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I've heard this all before |
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Other girls might buy it |
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But I don't, that's for sure |
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Now wait a minute baby |
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I don't want you to go |
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She said "Don't get no closer |
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The answer still is no" |
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So I wined her, dined her, fancy talked |
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Acted cool and smooth |
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Got my hands around her shoulder |
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Two inches from the move |
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Well I guess I'm about as close as I could be |
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So I finally made my move, she just said to me |
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Let me show you something |
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Mmm, let me set the pace |
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Slid my hand up her leg |
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As she slapped me across my face |
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Can't blame a man for tryin' |
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Wantin' action ain't a crime |
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I didn't plan on spending money |
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Just to get a piece of mind |
