| Well, I’m tired of being perfect
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| And I’m bored of being good
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| And I’ve done my time, and had my fill
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| Of acting like I should
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| I’ve colored right inside the lines
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| Now I wanna make a mess
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| And I don’t care if it offends you
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| Cause I ain’t trying to impress
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| I wanna flirt with my own fear
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| Wanna dance with my desire
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| Playing with fire
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| I wanna walk down every street
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| In that dress I shouldn’t wear
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| Just to show the whole damn world
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| Just how little that I care
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| If I see something that I want
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| Gonna reach right out and take it
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| And if this service don’t bring smiles
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| You know I ain’t gonna fake it
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| I wanna flirt with my own fear
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| Wanna dance with my desire
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| Playing with fire
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| Playing with fire
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| Playing with fire
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| I’m choosing door number four
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| If they’re offering me three
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| I wanna make a choice
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| That’s got nothing to do
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| With no one else but me
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| And I’m tried of scripted lines
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| That have been so well rehearsed
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| And for just one god damn time
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| I wanna put my own self first
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| I wanna flirt with my own fear
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| Wanna dance with my desire
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| Playing with fire
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| Playing with fire
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| Playing with fire
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| You know I just might learn
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| That I really like to burn
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| Playing with fire
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| Here’s the way the world sits to me
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| Good girls rarely make history
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| Gotta take a risk if you want a story
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| There’s a real fine line
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| Between content and boring
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| Break the bar don’t just raise it higher
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| You done the work you get to play with
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| Playing with fire
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| Playing with fire
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| You know I just might learn
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| That I really like to burn
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| Playing with fire
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| You know I just might learn
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| That I really like to burn
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| Playing with fire
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| Playing with fire
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| (Here's the way the world sits to me)
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| (Here's the way the world sits to me) |