| She get’s up with a cannibal yell
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| Yelling her goose is cooked and she can tell
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| She’s gonna jump out of the pot and into the fire
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| She knows she don’t have to bluff
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| Her heart tells her when she’s had enough
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| She’s gonna jump out of the muck and into the mire
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| I think therefore I ain’t
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| Ain’t gonna holler, ain’t gonna faint
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| I ain’t going 'round like a tear-soaked cryer
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| Ain’t gonna sing with no stool pigeon choir
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| I spread your business all over town
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| So give me one good reason why you smear mine around
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| You’re a pretty little girl but you’re a liar
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| And your lies can’t disguise your desire
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| I don’t care if you’re a he or she
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| You’ve had your day so get away from me
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| I’d rather jump out of the pot and into the fire
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| I’d rather jump out of the muck and into the mire
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| I spread your business all over town
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| So give me one good reason why you smear mine around
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| Give me two good reasons why you’re hanging around
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| She, she, she, she, she, she
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| She get’s up with a cannibal yell
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| Yelling her goose is cooked and she can tell
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| She’s gonna jump out of the pot and into the fire
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| She’s gonna crawl out of the muck and into the mire
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| She’s gonna jump out of the pot and into the fire
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| She’s gonna jump out of the pot and into the fire |