| You’re not looking for anything more than a
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| Good time and an open door
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| A good band and a dance floor
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| Then she walks in
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| You got a pickup line to throw, but
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| She walks up and says «hello»
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| Before you can even let it go
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| She’s got you reeled in
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| You can’t escape it if you wanted to
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| You don’t know what you got yourself into
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| You’re blindfolded yo
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| Walking south down the whiskey tracks
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| She’s rolling north like a neon train
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| Bolt of lightning in the night
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| Speed of light, you won’t realize
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| You’ve been struck 'til you see the flame
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| Her smile’ll slice you to the heart
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| There you are in the back of a bar
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| Bleeding, but you feel no pain
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| She won’t cut you like a knife, like a knife
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| That little look in her eyes’ll
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| Cut you like a razor blade
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| You wait
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| You ain’t used to playing by these rules
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| So you sit there and try to play it cool
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| Do your best not to play the fool
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| But it’s too late now
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| You wanna see how far she’ll let you go
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| She’ll let you think you’re in control
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| You’re blindfolded
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| Walking south down the whiskey tracks
|
| She’s rolling north like a neon train
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| Bolt of lightning in the night
|
| Speed of light, you won’t realize
|
| You been struck 'til you see the flame
|
| Her smile’ll slice you to the heart
|
| There you are in the back of a bar
|
| Bleeding, but you feel no pain
|
| She won’t cut you like a knife, like a knife
|
| That little look in her eyes’ll
|
| Cut you like a razor blade
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| You can’t escape it if you wanted to
|
| You don’t know what you got yourself into
|
| You’re blindfolded
|
| Walking south down the whiskey tracks
|
| She’s rolling north like a neon train
|
| Bolt of lightning in the night
|
| Speed of light, you won’t realize
|
| You been struck 'til you see the flame
|
| Her smile’ll slice you to the heart
|
| There you are in the back of a bar
|
| Bleeding, but you feel no pain
|
| She won’t cut you like a knife, like a knife
|
| That little look in her eyes’ll
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| Cut you like a razor blade
|
| She won’t cut you like a knife, like a knife
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| That little look in her eyes’ll
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| Cut you like a razor blade
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| Cut you like a razor blade
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| She cut you like a razor blade |