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You're over my shoulder, |
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I think I'm possessed |
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Your constant undertone, is making me toothless |
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Times come to trim you gonna get out my knife |
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Gonna cut you out, baby, out of my life |
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Dare-devil, she-devil, printer's-devil, evil |
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I love you like sin, but |
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I won't be your pigeon |
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The power that |
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I give you, |
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I'm so sick of your voice |
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In my body, |
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You don't give me no choice |
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But to boot you, honey, to give you the shove |
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So take back your despot, |
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I'll keep you love |
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Dare-devil, she-devil, printer's-devil, evil |
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I love you like sin, but |
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I won't be your pigeon |
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I'm searching by symbols, looking for a pistol |
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To laser you out, it looks like a keyhole |
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I'll just stick my key back, seamless and whole |
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No more idols, got my own self control |
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Dare-devil, she-devil, printer's-devil, evil |
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I love you like sin, but |
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I won't be your pigeon |
