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Standing on a corner looking through you |
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Smart and salivating like a wolf would |
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Don't rest your head quite yet or you might regret it |
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Eyes that glimmer whether it's day or night |
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Nails filed and a sly smile ready to strike |
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Tip-toeing closer |
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You should stay inside and dim the lights |
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'Cause she'll be knocking down your door |
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And she'll be storming down the hall |
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And she'll be burning down your home |
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And she'll be laughing through it all |
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And everybody else will know |
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No fury like a woman scorned |
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In plain sight she's holding tight and waiting |
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Oh, when she swings her hips and moves her lips |
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She's lying |
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But by the time you realize what she's doing |
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You'll probably have just a few seconds to think it through |
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'Cause she'll be knocking down your door |
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And she'll be storming down the hall |
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And she'll be burning down your home |
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And she'll be laughing through it all |
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And everybody else will know |
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No fury like a woman scorned |
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Satisfied and just in time for dinner |
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She takes a bite and soon the lights get dimmer |
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The room spins, a man grins |
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Who cares who'll win? |
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If you're both dying, then who's keeping score? |
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'Cause she'll be knocking down your door |
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And she'll be storming down the hall |
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And she'll be burning down your home |
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And she'll be laughing through it all |
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And everybody else will know |
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No fury like a woman scorned |
