| Girl, who you kidding? |
| Your man’s a dog
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| You can collar him and train him but it won’t be long
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| If you take your love away, he’s a wolf again
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| Running with the pack, loyal to his sin
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| Baby, who you fooling? |
| I’m kerosene
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| Add a little fire and you’re warm with me
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| But get a little careless and I’ll burn you down
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| Turn your house to rubble, smoking on the ground
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| Whoa, light it up and I can’t stop it
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| Whoa, bottle rocket, bottle rocket
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| In every gentleman there’s a little bit of rebel
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| Walking like a saint, but you’re dancing with the devil
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| Whoa, bottle rocket, I can’t stop it anymore
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| It’s a fine, fine line that I walk, for sure
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| Between the straight and the narrow and the open door
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| Wanna find that light that you found in me
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| Before the night’s so dark that I’m too blind to see, yeah
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| Whoa, light it up and I can’t stop it
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| Whoa, bottle rocket, bottle rocket
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| In every gentleman there’s a little bit of rebel
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| Walking like a saint, but you’re dancing with the devil
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| Whoa, bottle rocket, I can’t stop it anymore
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa
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| Well, maybe I’m in over my head
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| But I’ll keep throwin' punches and I’ll sleep when I’m dead!
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| Whoa, light it up and I can’t stop it
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| Whoa, bottle rocket, bottle rocket
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| In every gentleman there’s a little bit of rebel
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| Walking like a saint, but you’re dancing with the devil
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| Whoa, bottle rocket, I can’t stop it anymore
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| More, more, more! |