| It’s hell in the morning to look at you lying in my bed
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| Another morning after, you know I’m wishing you were dead
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| Maybe hot by a truck, rammed by a train
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| You must be crazy 'cause you’re driving me insane
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| I’m just like a devil, you’re just like a witch
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| You only like me because I scratch your itch
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| I’m too much a bastard, you just like to bitch
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| I’m just like a devil, you’re my witch
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| I drag my ass into work, I hate my job
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| You know my boss is gay
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| You wonder why I save my dough
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| Then wonder why you have to pay my way
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| I should give you up, walk away
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| Walk away I know I should
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| But the fact still remains
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| You’re finger licking good
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| In the midnight hour the smell of love filling up the room
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| I keep my horns nice and sharp to keep you quick on your broom
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| You like to raise lots of Hell
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| I like to lower the boom
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| I’m just like a devil, you’re just like a witch
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| You only like me because I scratch your itch
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| I’m too much a bastard, you just like to bitch
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| I’m just like a devil, you’re my witch |