| She shot me, she shot me
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| Bang, bang — she shot me
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| Ahh, there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian
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| In other words, she came through explodin' in the podium
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| Dynamite Napoleon like sodium mixed with petroleum
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| Slowly but surely, she was walking toward me
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| Cut the convo short ‘cause she had to wake up early
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| But continuing the story, don’t worry
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| She gave me digits for her Blackberry
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| «You're very handsome» is what she said
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| And the way she looked in my eyes said, «put me to bed»
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| Oh my, oh my, I should have known when she said to me on the phone
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| «You do not know me very well, but I would never hurt a fly»
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| Then she aimed at my chest with love in her eye
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| Said she aimed at my chest with love in her eye
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| She was walkin' around with a loaded shotgun
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| Ready to fire me a hot one
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| It went bang, bang, bang, straight through my heart
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| (Straight through my heart)
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| Although I could have walked away
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| I stood my ground and let her spray
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| She shot me, she shot me
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| Bang, bang — she shot me
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| Scorpion, she’s so hot she’s a scorch-ian
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| Killing me softly: Lauryn or Kevorkian
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| Couldn’t tell if she’s cuckoo or quirky, when
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| I asked her her name, she said, «call me Ten.»
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| Testing, testing
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| Things just got more interesting
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| She’s dressed in a vest pin, double-breasted holster
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| A very Western toaster
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| She ain’t nothing Kosher
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| Ah, she lets me closer
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| Hotter than a pepper-crusted Samosa
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| While I try to keep my composure
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| She was walkin' around with a loaded shotgun
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| Ready to fire me a hot one
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| It went bang, bang, bang, straight through my heart
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| (Straight through my heart)
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| Although I could have walked away
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| I stood my ground and let her spray
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| She shot me, she shot me
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| Bang, bang — she shot me
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| Am I wrong?
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| But what is love without the pain to go along?
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| And what is pain, if not the reason for me to sing this song?
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| And this song is for the weak and for the strong
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| Cause I was strong and still
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| She got me, she got me
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| Bang, bang — she got me
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| She was walkin' around with a loaded shotgun
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| Ready to fire me a hot one
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| It went bang, bang, bang, straight through my heart
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| (Straight through my heart)
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| Although I could have walked away
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| I stood my ground and let her spray
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| She shot me, she shot me
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| Bang, bang — she shot me |