| Child, turn down the heat
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| My brain is boiling
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| Can’t boss you around 'cause you enjoy it
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| You dig me so when I’m slacking
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| Proves that you’re lacking
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| Safety pins are back in style
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| Play your jack of spades against my queen
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| You break the rules just to make me mean
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| Oh, don’t pretend you’re not sneaky
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| Oh, you’re so cheeky
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| You only wanna be me, yeah
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| Track me down, everywhere I go, yeah
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| I could own you
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| But I don’t want to
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| You like it better when I use you
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| Abuse you, command control
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| Dog go find your bone, and leave me alone
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| No need to beg, nobody’s home
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| Don’t tell your friends that I’m fruity
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| I’m begging you, truly forget you ever knew me, yeah
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| Track me down, everywhere I go, yeah
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| I could own you
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| But I don’t want to
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| You like it better when I use you
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| Abuse you, command control
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| She screams and squawks and mumbles when she talks
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| I raise my hands
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| Succumb to her
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| Track me down down, everywhere I go, yeah
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| I could own you
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| But I don’t want to
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| You like it better when I use you
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| Abuse you, command control
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| I could own you
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| But I don’t want to
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| You like it better when I use you
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| Abuse you, use you
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| Bruise you until I’m in control |