| she’s a wicked girl
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| worse than all the world
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| a mystery lies in her
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| she spends her days
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| in a violent rage
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| try as i might, i love her
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| everytime the tears are dry
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| the story goes
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| what’s left behind
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| shivers like a leaf
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| tossed and turned and gentle
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| it’s not hard to believe
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| the girlshapedlovedrug messes with my mind
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| (don't, don’t) don’t ask me why
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| the girlshapedlovedrug messes with your mind
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| she likes to fight
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| the whole world binds her eyes
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| yours truely would die for her
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| the growing pains
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| dissolve in lemonade
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| the sweetness flies to her
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| everytime her temper flames
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| the storm will blow
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| what’s left so rare
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| a fragment of the girl
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| soft and sentimental
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| the side she tries not to share
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| the girlshapedlovedrug messes with my head
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| (don't, don’t) don’t ask me why
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| the girlshapedlovedrug messes with your mind
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| (don't, don’t) don’t ask me why
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| the girlshapedlovedrug messes with my mind
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| when the song is sung
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| don’t let it call your opinion
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| that girl’s my life
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| i tell you everytime
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| my tears run dry
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| the moment’s long
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| and we design
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| my feelings for the girl
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| i could not be without her
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| i would still surely find
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| the girlshapedlovedrug messes with my head
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| (don't, don’t) don’t ask me why
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| the girlshapedlovedrug messes with my mind
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| (don't, don’t) don’t ask me why
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| the girlshapedlovedrug messes with your mind
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| (don't, don’t) don’t ask me why
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| the girlshapedlovedrug messes with my mind |