| You’ve seen her at a party, she’s doing her rounds
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| She likes to get it started, she likes to get loud
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| She’s poppin that champagne, she’s taking shots down
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| She’s living for the moment
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| She’s a time bomb, trying to take you out
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| The ticking of her heart is the only sound
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| She’s a time bomb, about to detonate
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| You try to cut her wires but you’re too late
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| Whisky stain on her dress now, she’s wearing it proud
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| And there’s nothing you can tell her, cuz she’s starting to shout
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| Now she’s spraying that champagne, all over the crowd
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| She’s living for the moment
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| She’s a time bomb, trying to take you out
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| The ticking of her heart is the only sound
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| She’s a time bomb, about to detonate
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| You try to cut her wires but you’re way too late
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| She’s a time bomb, trying to take you out
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| The ticking of her heart is the only sound
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| She’s a time bomb, about to detonate
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| You try to cut her wires but you’re too late
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| She’s a time bomb, trying to take you out
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| The ticking of her heart is the only sound
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| She’s a time bomb, about to detonate
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| You try to cut her wires but you’re way too late
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| She’s a time bomb, trying to take you out
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| The ticking of her heart is the only sound
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| She’s a time bomb, about to detonate
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| You try to cut her wires but you’re way too late
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| She’s a time bomb, trying to take you out
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| The ticking of her heart is the only sound
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| She’s a time bomb, about to detonate
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| You try to cut her wires but you’re too late |