| Baby infidel in a dirty magazine
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| Telling dirty lies, everybody can see
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| Kick it in the head and now I wanna see you dead
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| With a switchblade edge to the chest
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| I wanna stab you in the heart
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| I wanna stab you in the heart
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| Right in the bloody, bloody heart, ooh
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| For heaven’s sake, you’re just a fake
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| And you know it ain’t right
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| Pictures don’t lie when you’re front-page news
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| Dagger to the heart coming down on you
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| I wanna stab you in the heart
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| I wanna stab you in the heart
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| Right in the bloody, bloody heart, ooh
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| For heaven’s sake, you’re just a fake
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| Girl, you know it ain’t right
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| Daggers in my eyes and a rusty tambourine
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| Gimme my stiletto, gonna do some surgery
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| Right to the heart (In the bloody, oh, in the bloody)
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| I wanna stab you in the heart (In the bloody, oh, in the bloody)
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| Right in the bloody, bloody heart, ooh (In the bloody, oh, in the bloody)
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| For heaven’s sake, you’re just a fake
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| And you know it ain’t right |