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It's almost 1 on Friday night |
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And we are wearing black |
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We see the look on people's face |
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"You can't go out like that!" |
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The skirts are short, the eyes are dark |
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And we are looking good |
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It's time to wear those shades at night |
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Let's be misunderstood |
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And we'll get wicked with you |
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And you won't understand |
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And we'll get wicked with you |
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Simple because we can |
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We're here |
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Can't wait |
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We feel the floor vibrate |
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Put middle fingers in the air |
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We aim to misbehave |
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We're here |
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Can't wait |
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It's time to celebrate |
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Put all those fists up in the air |
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We aim to misbehave |
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We love the nasty beats |
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And noise that makes your ears explode |
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We do the dirty things you fear |
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And speak in secret code |
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The things we do, they separate |
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So we defy the norm |
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Start lacing up those leather boots |
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That come with uniforms |
