| She wear those high heeled boots from her hip she shoots
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| She’s got a one track, dirty mind
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| With her legs that go from here to Mexico
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| Enough to keep your eyes running blind
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| Don’t jump when she tells you
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| Your feet will never touch the floor
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| She’s a stone cold Medusa
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| Well take it from me we got a blue situation
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| The high cost of love just brings a new complication
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| I’ve got a number that’s written on my skin
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| That tells me she loves me but she won’t let me in
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| Lipstick lies coming through her mouth
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| She ties her long gold hair in a knot
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| Swears on strangers like a mounted air
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| Make sure you just don’t know when to stop
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| Don’t jump when she tells you
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| Your feet will never touch the floor
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| She’s a stone cold Medusa
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| Well take it from me we got a blue situation
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| The high cost of love just brings a new complication
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| I’ve got a number that’s written on my skin
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| That tells me she loves me but she won’t let me in
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| (Guitar Solo)
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| Take it from me we got a blue situation
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| The high cost of love just brings a new complication
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| I’ve got a number that’s written on my skin
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| That tells me she loves me but she won’t let me in
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| She’s got a heart of stone and a tounge made of ice
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| She’s just the devil’s gun
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| Teardrops fall but when there gone
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| She want’s to rule the world
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| Don’t jump when she tells you
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| Your feet will never touch the floor
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| She’s a stone cold Medusa
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| Well take it from me we got a blue situation
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| The high cost of love just brings a new complication
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| I’ve got a number that’s written on my skin
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| That tells me she loves me but she won’t let me in |