| I can be strong like a burning whiskey
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| I can be sweet like Tennessee Honey, honey
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| Pretty as a daisy, careful if you pick me
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| This wildflower can get a little crazy, baby…
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| If you’re running around, you better run from me
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| Pack up your bags and get gone, get gone
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| You wreck my heart, I’ll wreck everything
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| And anything I can get my hands on
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| If you lie, lie, lie with those wandering eyes
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| Better find one hell of a place to hide
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| If you mess with me, you best believe
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| That you’re gonna be asking for trouble…
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| You got too many holes in your story
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| And I’ll get down to the truth- Don’t you worry, worry.
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| Piece by piece I’ll put it all together
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| You cross that line, you cross me forever… baby…
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| If you’re running around, you better run from me
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| Pack up your bags and get gone, get gone
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| You wreck my heart, I’ll wreck everything
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| And anything I can get my hands on
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| If you lie, lie, lie with those wandering eyes
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| Better find one hell of a place to hide
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| If you mess with me, you best believe
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| That you’re gonna be asking for trouble
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| Woah- Woah- Trouble- Woah- Woah
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| If you’re running around, you better run from me
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| Pack up your bags and get gone, get gone
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| You wreck my heart, I’ll wreck everything
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| And anything I can get my hands on
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| If you lie, lie, lie with those wandering eyes
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| Better find one hell of a place to hide
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| If you mess with me, you best believe
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| Oh you best believe, baby
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| Ya you’re fooling around, you ain’t fooling me
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| Pack up your shit and get gone, get gone.
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| You wreck my heart, I’ll wreck everything
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| And anything I can get my hands on.
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| Lie, lie, lie, with those wandering eyes
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| Better find one hell of a place to hide
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| If you mess with me, you best believe
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| That you’re gonna be asking for trouble…
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| Woah- Woah |