| She’s a little firecracker, a hard hitting quick attacker
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| Has no time for lazy slackers, like me
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| She’ll wake up at six AM, throw freezing water on my bed
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| Get up, it’s the start of a brand new day
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| After all the things she does, she’s a sweet heart to me
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| She could never do enough, to make me leave
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| She’ll say hey hey baby, I made you something to eat
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| But I burnt it on purpose, 'cause you pissed me off last week
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| I said hey hey sweet cheeks, you’re not as mean as you seem
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| I like my food well done, so I’ll eat this just for fun
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| After all the things she does, she’s a sweet heart to me
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| She could never do enough, to make me leave
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| Oh Oh Oh
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| Oh Oh Oh
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| Oh Oh Oh Woah x4
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| You can kick and scream, throw things at me, draw on my face when I fall asleep
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| Shout hurtful words, call me a perve, but listen
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| My hard work don’t live in your purse
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| My hard work don’t live in your purse
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| After all the things she does, she’s a sweet heart to me
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| She could never do enough, to make me leave
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| After all the things she does, she’s a sweet heart to me
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| She could never do enough, to make me leave |