| The ladies maybe sayin' about him
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| She freaks and tells her closest friend that she’ll never love again
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| But she’ll never, no not ever
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| Live without him
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| Wouldn’t believe it, if you seen it
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| Oh, Mayhem doo doo doop
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| Yeah, Mayhem doo doo doop
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| Yeah, Mayhem doo doo doop
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| A lotta Mayhem, woh oh oh yeah
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| She said he didn’t mean a thing so she threw her diamond ring
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| Out the window of a black cab in Camden
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| He couldn’t take it, what she did
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| So he threw a hissy fit and he took it out on anyone at random
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| Wouldn’t believe it, if you seen it
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| Oh, Mayhem doo doo doop
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| Yeah, Mayhem doo doo doop
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| Yeah, Mayhem doo doo doop
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| A lotta Mayhem, woh oh oh yeah
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| Dinning sound, lights spinning round, some mothers' son
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| Gotta fight or got to run run run run
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| Run run run run run
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| Ten pints and then he starts a fight and he lands himself a night
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| In a cell wearing grey pants and bruises
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| Twelve mates bangin' on the door, oh the back up vans galore
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| Never saw such a street full of losers |