| Oh, Ramona-na-na
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| Born and raised in Romania
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| Oh, Ramona-na-na
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| Going for America
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| With your eyes like «oceanu'»
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| And ready for «golanu'»
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| Oh, Ramona-na-na
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| Ramona-na-na
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| We can go together
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| To the moon and back
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| Oh, Ramona-na-na
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| Ramona-na-na
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| Uh, I’m a born leader
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| I don’t ever really need 'em
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| I just keep 'em undecided
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| Just in case I wanna breed some
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| Off spring, palm spring
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| Off with ya head
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| If you ever come for mines *gun shots* (Ya dead)
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| Came across the water
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| Like somebody’s lost bottle
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| Only slaughter house behavior
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| Call me the butcher’s daughter
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| Be cool, you don’t want smoke
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| I call the shottaz, I call the blokes
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| Mama said «Babe, you gotta play chess
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| A girl is a gun in a sunflower dress»
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| Daddy gave me a set of my own
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| Ain’t a secret, baby, this is a bad, bad world
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| I got miles for the long road
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| Uh, style fa ya, here we go
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| Blood in my fangs
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| I just caught me a ride
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| Just gimme a second, let me satisfy my appetite, mwuah
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| Oh, Ramona-na-na
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| Born and raised in Romania
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| Oh, Ramona-na-na
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| Going for America
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| With your eyes like «oceanu'»
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| And ready for «golanu'»
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| Oh, Ramona-na-na
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| Ramona-na-na
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| We can go together
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| To the moon and back
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| Oh, Ramona-na-na
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| Ramona-na-na
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| Dead in the middle of little Italy
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| Sippin' moscato, bitch, are you kiddin' me?!
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| I’m feelin' myself
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| Been burnin' this rubber
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| And trouble follows my trails
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| Well shit, hi, bye, bitch
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| I don’t need no help
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| Father forgive me
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| This one is straight from the books
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| I tell a tale full of spooks
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| All crooks, all coups
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| Ah shit, ah well, all hell breaks loose
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| I’m just a girl in the world
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| Shit, I been killin' myself
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| You got the fire in your eyes
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| I got the fuel for the ride
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| I treat you good, I treat you right
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| Spend my money on you (Money on you)
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| We got the city close behind
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| And I know where you wanna go
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| Don’t leave me hanging
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| Oh, Ramona…
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| How can I live like saint
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| When y’all send me to hell?
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| Oh, Ramona-na-na
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| Born and raised in Romania
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| Oh, Ramona-na-na
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| Going for America
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| With your eyes like «oceanu'»
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| And ready for «golanu'»
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| Oh, Ramona-na-na
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| Ramona-na-na
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| We can go together
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| To the moon and back
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| Oh, Ramona-na-na
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| Ramona-na-na |