| I heard she’s been giving herself to a man
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| That she doesn’t know
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| And his chest, like a bullet proof vest on heart
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| Never let it show
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| She asked the man, as she reached for his hand
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| Why he liked living so alone
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| He put his finger to his lips, like this
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| And he turned up the radio
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| And let the band play
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| (Oh!)
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| Oh, he let the band play
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| She was a dime in a dozen
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| Heads flipping off the boys who were chasing tail
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| Like some neighbor
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| Some so nice to meet ya
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| He could swallow her like a pill
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| She couldn’t think too pretty in pink
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| So he locked her up in a jail
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| She learned quick, no acting like this
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| How’d she get like this?
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| Why’d she listen what the man say?
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| (Oh!)
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| Oh, and let the band play
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| So let him drive you wild
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| For a little bit more
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| Oh, and let the band play
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| And let the band play
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| And now she’s torn apart
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| With his liquor and a broken heart
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| Now she’s torn apart
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| She should’ve listen what the man say
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| And let the band play
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| Oh, and let the, let the, let the
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| So let him drive you wild
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| For a little bit more, oh
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| Just let him drive you wild
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| For a little bit more
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| And get the money, get the money
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| Yeah get the, get the
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| (Oh you lazy, no good, deadbeat, lying, woman-hating piece of vile fucking scum,
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| you fucking downright piece of shit, I’ll spit on your grave, I’ll make you
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| suffer, I’ll massacre you, you fucking bastard, you vile piece of shit,
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| I’m coming for ya, you hear me?! |
| I’m coming for you! |
| I’m coming for you! |
| AAH!)
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| And let the band play
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| And let the band play
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| And let the band play
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| And let the band play |