| You’re the naughtiest baby
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| Still, you’re sweet as can be
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| First, you treat me nice
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| Then you’re cold as ice
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| You’re a puzzle to me
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| Good little, bad little you-oo-ooh
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| What makes you tease like you do-oo-ooh?
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| I look into your angel eyes
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| They’re little devils in disguise
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| One little, two little lips I crave
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| They lead me on, then they say: «behave!»
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| And who, who, knows it too?
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| Good little, bad little you-oo-ooh
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| Good little bad little you!
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| You’re good, you’re bad
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| Wish I knew
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| What makes you tease
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| Like you do
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| I look right straight into your angel eyes
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| I see they’re little devils in disguise
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| Got one, got two
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| Lips I crave
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| Still they
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| Just say
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| «Please behave!»
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| And who’s that smarty
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| Certain party
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| Knows it too?
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| Good little, bad little you-oo-ooh
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| Good little, bad little you! |