| She’s got a target painted on her back
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| And keeps a list of the qualities a good girl lacks.
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| She bites her lip and tips her bottle,
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| I take a drink cause the truth is hard to swallow.
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| Sex and white lies hand cuffs and alibis.
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| She lays her halo on the pillow when she sleeps.
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| Her heart beats red wine
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| My toxic valentine
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| lays her halo on the pillow
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| That used to be mine.
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| I live a life style full of first impressions.
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| I’ve got my hands full of unhealthy obsessions.
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| She bites my lip I’m sure to follow,
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| We take a drink to the guilty and the hollow.
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| Sex and white lies hand cuffs and alibis.
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| She lays her halo on the pillow when she sleeps.
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| Her heart beats red wine
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| My toxic valentine
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| Lays her halo on the pillow
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| That used to be mine.
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| My toxic valentine
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| My toxic valentine
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| I’m not the type to forget
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| Or to bury my head.
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| Just take off your wings,
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| They could never get you
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| Quite as high as I did.
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| And you know it.
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| Sex and white lies hand cuffs and alibis.
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| She lays her halo on the pillow when she sleeps.
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| Her heart beats red wine
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| My toxic valentine
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| Lays her halo on the pillow
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| That used to be…
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| Sex and white lies hand cuffs and alibis.
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| She lays her halo on the pillow when she sleeps.
|
| Her heart beats red wine
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| My toxic valentine
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| Lays her halo on the pillow
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| That used to be…
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| She lays her halo on the pillow
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| That used to be mine. |