| Cheap shot
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| A clean miss
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| Burning my defenses by the shakin' of her hips
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| (and then she)
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| Moves in
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| A quick kiss
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| Breathing down my neck, she had me wrapped around her wrist
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| (I tried to)
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| Break loose
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| Tight Grip
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| Knocking me unconscious when she bit her bottom lip
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| (It was a)
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| Lost Cause
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| A fast fight
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| She ain’t taking any prisoners; |
| and she’s through playing nice
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| Loaded the bullets with my blood in the rounds.
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| Yeah, she’s a sweet six shooter, she knows how to get down-
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| Until the kick-back, when my heart hits the ground
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| She said: «You think you’re so tough, baby put your hands up»
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| (and so I)
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| Let Go
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| I Gave In
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| Feeling pretty good about the trouble that I’m in
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| (she got me)
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| Beat Down
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| Bruised Up
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| I’m bleeding, barely breathing, but I can not get enough
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| Loaded the bullets with my blood in the rounds.
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| Yeah, she’s a sweet six shooter, she knows how to get down-
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| Until the kick-back, when my heart hits the ground
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| She said: «You think you’re so tough, baby put your hands up»
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| She gets me deep in the chest
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| Straight through my bullet proof vest
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| She kisses like a grenade
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| Like a blade, or bayonet
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| Loaded the bullets with my blood in the rounds.
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| Yeah, she’s a sweet six shooter, she knows how to get down-
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| Until the kick-back, when my heart hits ground
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| She said: «You think you’re so tough, baby put your hands up» |