| The sky is red, I don’t understand
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| Past midnight I still see the land
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| People are sayin' the woman is damned
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| She makes you burn with a wave of her hand
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| The city’s a blaze, the town’s on fire
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| The woman’s flames are reaching higher
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| We were fools, we called her liar
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| All I hear is «Burn!»
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| HOT!!! |
| HOT! |
| Come ON!!!
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| Purple haze all in my brain
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| Lately things just don’t seem the same
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| Actin' funny, but I don’t know why
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| 'Scuse me while I kiss the sky
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| Purple haze all around
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| Don’t know if I’m comin' up or down
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| Am I happy or in misery?
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| Whatever it is, that girl put a spell on me
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| They Call Her…
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| You Know… They Call Her…
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| They Call Her!
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| They Call Her…
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| Yeah.
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| F*ck It…
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| Call Her Princess!
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| Hot!
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| Sheila, a rockin' girl
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| You can feel the power
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| She is 19, dressed in black
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| And rides hour after hour
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| Yeah, we all know
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| Every night, when the time is right
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| She spreads her legs of fire
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| Straps in black, lips in lila
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| She coolest my hot desire
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| Yeah, we all know
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| Ooh, they call her Princess
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| Ooh, she’s the hottest girl in town
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| Ooh, they call her Princess
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| Ooh, she’s the hottest thing around
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| It’s eight o’clock, she wants my rock
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| Heavy sound is roaring
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| Sheila’s ass goes up and down
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| It never seems to be boring
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| Come on Princess
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| Let me kiss your lips of desire |