| Well it’s out of the frying pan and into the fire
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| You bent over, baby, and let me be the driver
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| Just a cut of pink, wouldn’t believe me if I told you
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| But this time you bit off more than you can chew
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| My my, yeah, just listen to this, babe
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| I got nasty habits, it’s a fine line
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| So many girls and so little time
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| When love rears its head, I want to get on your case
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| Ooh baby, wanna put my log in your fireplace
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| Maybe baby, you want to get played
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| Burn bitch burn, oooh, burn bitch burn, oooh
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| Burn bitch burn, oooh, burn bitch burn
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| Well it’s an act of thrust and anyway you slice it
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| No sticks and stones, no kicks and groans can hide it
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| So why kid yourself, it’s so cut and dry
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| Your body’s condemned, and figures don’t lie
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| Going cover my class, won’t sit up and beg
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| Got to keep my tail between my legs
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| You’re cutting off your nose to spite your face
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| Ooh babe, going put you in your place
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| So burn bitch burn, oooh — well the heels are stacked now
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| Burn bitch burn, oooh — and there’s nothing you can do
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| Burn bitch burn, oooh — so don’t burn your bridges
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| Burn bitch burn — we’re all through
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| We are all through baby, so just burn
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| Well the heels are stacked against you
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| Don’t burn your bridges, we’re all through
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| Hey babe and there’s nothing you can do
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| Burn bitch burn, oooh — and there’s nothing you can do babe
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| Burn bitch burn, oooh — we’re all through
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| Burn bitch burn, oooh — ooh burn, burn my baby
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| Burn bitch burn, oooh — yeah |