| With her killer graces
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| And her secret places
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| That no boy can fill
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| With her hands on her hips
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| Oh and that smile on her lips
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| Because she knows that it kills me
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| With her soft French cream
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| Standing in that doorway like a dream
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| I wish she’d just leave me alone
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| Because French cream won’t soften them boots
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| And French kisses will not break that heart of stone
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| With her long hair falling
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| And her eyes that shine like a midnight sun
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| Oh she’s the one
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| She’s the one
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| That thunder in your heart
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| At night when you’re kneeling in the dark
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| It says you’re never gonna leave her
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| But there’s this angel in her eyes
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| That tells such desperate lies
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| And all you want to do is believe her
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| And tonight you’ll try
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| Just one more time
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| To leave it all behind
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| And to break on through
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| Oh she can take you
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| But if she wanna break you
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| She’s gonna find out that ain’t so easy to do
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| And no matter where you sleep
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| Tonight or how far you run
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| Oh she’s the one
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| She’s the one
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| Oh and just one kiss
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| She’d fill them long summer nights
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| With her tenderness
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| That secret pact you made
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| Back when her love could save you
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| From the bitterness
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| Oh she’s the one
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| Oh she’s the one
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| Oh she’s the one
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| Oh she’s the one |