| The flames that followed Joan of Arc
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| As she came riding through the dark
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| Her mouth in the shape of an O
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| Oh, how she loves me so
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| Hot, alone, and on the verge of death
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| Not enough time to catch my breath
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| Her mouth in the shape of an O
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| Oh, how she loves me so
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| And you won’t have to think twice
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| It’s all ready and waiting for you
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| But if you don’t show
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| How can our love grow?
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| I’ve got a look, does it pass the test?
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| I kind of tried, still a hot mess
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| Can’t go to the places that hate me
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| Your hate is exactly what made me
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| Sweet sugar, give me some more
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| Think about fucking when I see a hot boy
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| When I see a hot boy, when I see a hot boy
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| Gotta look when I see a hot boy
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| Camera ready, so well-groomed
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| Whole world is my dressing room
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| When’s it ever gonna get better?
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| These are ties I’d never sever
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| Are you just kissing? |
| Are you just kissing?
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| Are you just kissing to be clever?
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| And you won’t have to think twice
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| It’s all ready and waiting for you
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| But if you don’t show
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| How can our love grow?
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| How can it grow?
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| Why am I always the last to know?
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| Last to know
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| Got your back, baby, Covergirl’s covered
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| TLC, I don’t want your number
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| And I don’t wanna give you mine
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| Got your back, baby, Covergirl’s covered
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| TLC, I don’t want your number
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| And I don’t wanna give you mine
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| The flames that followed Joan of Arc
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| As she came riding through the dark
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| Her mouth in the shape of an O
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| I know I’ll be the last to know
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| I gag on the ordinary
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| I gag on the ordinary
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| I gag on the ordinary
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| I gag on the ordinary |