| You’re just a rule breaker
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| The way you’re breakin' out that dress
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| And I’m just a storm chaser
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| While you’re spinnin through the spotlight makin a mess
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| Of every heart you can manage, call it collateral damage
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| Shakin' with the speakers til there’s nothin left standin'
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| Cause you’re a knockout and I’m all about
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| Watchin' you makin' a scene
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| Cause I got it and they want it
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| And you flaunt it cause you’re bad
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| The way that you walk in a room, all eyes are all over you
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| Got everybody wantin' what they can’t have
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| Cause I got you midnight, I got your fix
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| Get the taste of tequila drippin' off of your lips
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| Let 'em look, let 'em stare but they ain’t got a shot
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| They can try all they want, but they never gonna get what I got
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| You got that Hepburn style
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| Showin' sex appeals got class
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| And I ain’t the jealous type
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| Watchin' every guy, watchin' you shake that
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| Askin' for your trouble trying to buy you a double
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| Set 'em up to shoot 'em down turnin' eagles to rubble
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| Cause you’re a knockout and I’m all about
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| Watchin' you makin' a scene |
| Cause I got it and they want it
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| And you flaunt it cause you’re bad
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| The way that you walk in a room, all eyes are all over you
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| Got everybody wantin' what they can’t have
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| Cause I got you midnight, I got your fix
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| Get the taste of tequila drippin' off of your lips
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| Let 'em look, let 'em stare but they ain’t got a shot
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| They can try all they want, but they never gonna get what I got
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| (Never gonna get what I got)
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| At last call after the lights come on
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| I’ll whisper to your baby let’s go
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| There ain’t no use in hangin' around
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| Cause I know what you’re lookin' for
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| Yeah baby, I got it
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| Yeah baby, I got it
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| Cause I got it and they want it
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| And you flaunt it cause you’re bad
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| The way that you walk in a room, all eyes are all over you
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| Got everybody wantin' what they can’t have
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| Cause I got you midnight, I got your fix
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| Get the taste of tequila drippin' off of your lips
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| Let 'em look, let 'em stare but they ain’t got a shot
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| They can try all they want, but they never gonna get what I got
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| (Never gonna get what I got) |