| They called her Killer boy and now I know why
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| She looked straight through me with those baby blue eyes
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| Long dark hair and one foot out the door
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| Stole my heart and I’m a goner for sure
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| It’s the kind of love that kills a man
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| She’s never felt such a thing at all
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| But we gladly hold the knife for her
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| It almost makes it not her fault
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| I don’t want to smoke
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| I don’t want to drink
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| Can’t go to work
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| I can barely eat
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| Come on now Killer have mercy on me
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| Lord I’m in trouble alright
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| Lord I’m in trouble alright ohhhh
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| You wouldn’t think a girl with freckles like that
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| Could take a grown man’s heart and just cut it right out
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| Throw it in the backyard, forget that it’s everywhere
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| Till the dogs rip it open and get blood everywhere
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| It’s the kind of love that kills a man
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| She’s never felt such a thing at all
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| But we gladly hold the knife for her
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| It almost makes it not her fault
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| I don’t want to smoke
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| I don’t want to drink
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| Can’t go to work
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| I can barely eat
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| Come on now Killer have mercy on me
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| Lord I’m in trouble alright
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| Lord I’m in trouble alright ohhhh
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| They called her Killer boy and now I know why
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| Cause you can’t stay with her if you want to stay alive
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| Get out of California back to Tennessee
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| And stay away from Texas long as Killer’s running free
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| It’s the kind of love that kills a man
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| She’s never felt such a thing at all
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| But we gladly hold the knife for her
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| It almost makes it not her fault
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| I don’t want to smoke
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| I don’t want to drink
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| Can’t go to work
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| I can barely eat
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| Come on now Killer have mercy on me
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| Lord I’m in trouble alright
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| Lord I’m in trouble alright ohhhh |