| And she knows you never ask her to come over
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| But she doesn’t care
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| And she combs her hair over and over in the mirror, oh
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| And she spits and swears until she can’t swear anymore
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| And she doesn’t care when you call her a whore
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| You better watch out for her
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| She’ll eat you up and she’ll spit out the furs
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| She’ll talk about you to all of the girls
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| But you wait for her
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| 'Cause she’s sweeter than a honeycomb
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| And that’s why you stay at home
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| And she’s slower than Valium
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| And that’s why you stay at home
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| And she goes so that you can hardly see her
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| It’s so slow
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| And I know she’s low and dirty, but she told you so
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| Lady of luck, she’s a roll of the dice
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| And it feels so right and so does your price
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| You’ll see, she’ll put a spell on you
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| She did it to me and changed my point of view
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| She’ll tie you up so that you can’t move
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| As you wait for it
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| 'Cause she’s sweeter than a honeycomb
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| And that’s why you stay at home
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| And she’s slower than Valium
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| And that’s why you stay at home
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| 'Cause she’s sweeter than a honeycomb
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| And that’s why you stay at home
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| And she’s slower than Valium
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| And that’s why you stay at home |