| If I were to untie my tongue
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| I could use it like a whip and watch you run
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| I could show you how it’s done
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| We could have a little fun
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| Better bring your big guns
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| 'Cause I only got one burning desire
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| To let the whole town know that you’re a dirty little liar
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| I ain’t gonna get stuck in your muck and mire
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| Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| You make me wanna spit fire
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| Spitfire, spitfire, spitfire, spitfire, spitfire, spitfire
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| I suggest you think again but that would be insane
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| For that you’d have to have a brain
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| A simple southern way to say «kiss my behind»
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| Politely tear you apart with
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| «Sweetie bless your heart»
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| 'Cause I only got one burning desire
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| To let the whole town know that you’re a dirty little liar
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| I ain’t gonna get stuck in your muck and mire
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| Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| You make me wanna spit fire
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| Spitfire, spitfire, spitfire, spitfire, spitfire, spitfire
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Spitfire, spitfire, spitfire, spitfire, spitfire, spitfire
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| Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
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| Reckon it’s 'bout time that I bury you
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| Better buy some friends that will carry you
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| Oh to know you is to loathe you
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| You can fight and fuss but I’m fixing to Spitfire
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| 'Cause I only got one burning desire
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| To let the whole town know that you’re a dirty little liar
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| I ain’t gonna get stuck in your muck and mire
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| Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| You make me wanna spit fire |