| Right here, duck down, stay low, uh
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| My job, one punch, K.O.
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| Tell her, «Ain't no way I’m running now»
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| Hard to catch me fumbling
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| Jet-black heart, beneath that sundress
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| Sold-out tour, pit-stop in London Town
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| Ain’t no way I’m running now
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| Ain’t no way I’m running
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| Yeah
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| Right here, duck down, stay low, uh
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| My job, one punch, K.O.
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| Tell her, «Ain't no way I’m running now»
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| Ain’t no way I’m running
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| I don’t wanna ever leave
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| Never ride in a limousine
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| Before your whole cup so empty
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| You took a shot for the magazines, yeah
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| Another shot, John Kennedy
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| Why so upset?
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| I ain’t never let 'em touch you
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| Goddess in the flesh
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| LBS, yelling «What's new?»
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| Shawty, don’t wanna party
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| Meet me at the bottom
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| Buckle in, break my hand
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| Hanging too tight (Wouldn't ever leave)
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| Like a fruit fly (Give me something sweet)
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| You can try and hide it (Girl, what you working on?)
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| (I need you stay right-)
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| Right here, duck down, stay low, uh
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| My job, one punch, K.O.
|
| Tell her, «Ain't no way I’m running now»
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| Ain’t no way I’m running
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| Right here, duck down, stay low, uh
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| My job, one punch, K.O.
|
| Tell her, «Ain't no way I’m running now»
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| Ain’t no way I’m running
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| I don’t wanna ever leave
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| Never ride in a limousine
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| Before the whole bottle’s empty
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| You playing possum, envy, yes
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| When the lights out, let’s begin
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| Two hundred miles, so empty, baby
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| Fuck me right like besties, yeah
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| Do we even need a reason, baby?
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| Right here, duck down, stay low, uh
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| My job, one punch, K.O.
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| Tell her, «Ain't no way I’m running now»
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| Ain’t no way I’m running now |