| Bad girl, bad girl
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| Go hide away, go hurl
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| That friggin' skirt of yours
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| That is way too short for my mama and me
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| Bad girl, bad girl
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| Don’t be too comfy with yourself
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| We’ll be at your back with a hack to stand
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| And watchin' you bleed
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| High on lies
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| My tongue is tired and dry
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| I wish for you to come and buy my whiskey
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| Give me some of that old lovers' song
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| I need my fix but not your flak now, honey
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| Go hide away, go home
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| You biggie bawd
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| Go hide away, go home
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| You ball of odd
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| We’ll weed you out like a bug, like a punk
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| Like a bawdy, little…
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| Bad girl, bad girl
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| Go hide away, go hurl
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| Those friggin' friends of yours
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| We’re short of those, but we’ll mock you for it
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| Hey!
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| Mmmm, by and by
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| My skirt will stay up high
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| And there is plenty of room for more acquaintance
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| Cry and cry
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| But not for your remarks
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| So you go put that in your pipe and smoke it
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| Go hide away, go home
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| You biggie bawd
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| Go hide away, go home
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| You ball of odd
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| We’ll weed you out like a bug, like a punk
|
| Like a bawdy, little…
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| Bad girl, bad girl
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| Don’t be too sure
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| We’ll stick around for you no more
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| On your dirty floor, not Papa nor me
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| Hey!
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| My oh my, you pry into my mind
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| I’m gonna riddle yours till you turn scarlet
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| I’ll revolt, and you’ll deceive your souls
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| It’s to yourselves you are not true, you harlots
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| Go hide away, go home
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| You biggie bawd
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| Go hide away, go home
|
| You ball of odd
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| We’ll weed you out like a bug, like a punk
|
| Like a bawdy, little…
|
| Bad girl, bad girl
|
| Go hide away, go hurl
|
| That friggin' skirt of yours
|
| That is way too short for my mama and me
|
| Bad girl, bad girl
|
| Don’t be too sure
|
| We’ll stick around for you no more
|
| On your dirty floor, not Papa nor me
|
| Bad girl, bad girl
|
| Go hide away
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| Bad girl
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| Bad girl, bad girl
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| Go hide away
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| Bad girl… |