| My hardened heart is frozen, weathered one too many winters
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| I no more smell the roses, I woke to watch 'em wither
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| I’m mister optimistic, but I’m missing my missus
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| So now I feel my ringless fingers reaching for my mistress
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| I’m afflicted with a wicked disease which I never wish to be rid of
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| This addiction got me stricken to my knees with obsession yet I’ve never felt
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| bigger
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| Once bitten, you’re smitten, no kiddin' no way I’ll leave unless I’m leaving
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| with her
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| Is the magic real? |
| Are we a package deal? |
| Slap a stamp on it, cause they gonna
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| ship us, honey
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| I would never try to objectify
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| But you’re a ten, and you got the gentlemen in line
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| What I lack in size, I can catch in eyes
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| So my lady claim your five foot seven prize, I’m a
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| Short man, tall woman
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| Hot damn, good-lookin'
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| I can’t stand, I’m shooken
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| Lord help, I’m hooked because I’m
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| A short man, tall woman
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| All glam, full bosom
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| Yes ma’am, your cushion
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| Was meant for all my pushin'
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| Don’t ever let her catch you with your guard down
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| You can bet she’ll get your heart and have it carved out
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| With her skin tight silk stilted in stilettos
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| Crimson lips glisten in the shadows
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| Covered in curves, and she don’t cut shallow
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| Got her talons in deep, keep your eyes up, fellows
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| Bear your fangs, baby drain me dry
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| I won’t even try to run away cause I’m your
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| Short man, tall woman
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| Hot damn, good-lookin'
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| I can’t stand, I’m shooken
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| Lord help, I’m hooked because I’m
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| A short man, tall woman
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| All glam, full bosom
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| Yes ma’am, your cushion
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| Was meant for all my pushin'
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| Watch her hair blow back as the wind just billows
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| Wrapped in satin are them massive pillows
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| No man in the Village ain’t heard of her
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| If a Look Could Kill, she’s a murderer
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| Think I’m hidin'? |
| Nah, I’m really lurkin'
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| You’re the vampire, but you got me thirstin'
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| So thick, let me be your feeder
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| Girl please turn me, I’ll be your
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| Short man, tall woman
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| Hot damn, good-lookin'
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| I can’t stand, I’m shooken
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| Lord help, I’m hooked because I’m
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| A short man, tall woman
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| All glam, full bosom
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| Yes ma’am, your cushion
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| Was meant for all my pushin' |