| No, it’s not a slow dance tonight
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| No time for romance ‘coz she’s not got tomorrow on her mind
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| He needed you in that hotel room but the moment ran away
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| Loose lips sink ships with his hands on your hips
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| So save the bottle for better days
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| So save the bottle for better days
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| She’s eighteen, eighteen
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| She’s just another loose drama queen
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| She’ll fake her way to the top
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| Her lipsticks all that she’s got so you can count on her going down
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| And all the grass stained jeans won’t help her find her peace
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| There’s only one way to make it right tonight
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| Took a shot and missed on a drunken kiss
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| Another moment that got away
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| If her sheets could speak, oh, the things that they would teach
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| Singing tales of poisoned memories
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| So save the bottle for better days
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| She’s eighteen, eighteen
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| She’s just another loose drama queen
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| She’ll fake her way to the top
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| Her lipsticks all that she’s got so you can count on her going down
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| She’s eighteen, eighteen
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| Makes promises of promiscuity
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| She’ll turn his life into mess and she just couldn’t care less
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| So you can count on her going down
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| All the drugs and tears
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| Will never turn back all the years
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| There’s only one way to make it right
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| Now the cards are dealt
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| Well come and take a good look at yourself
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| Was this who you wanted to be?
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| Eighteen and naiveshe’s eighteen, eighteen
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| She’s just another loose drama queen
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| She’ll fake her way to the top
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| Her lipsticks all that she’s got so you can…
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| She’s eighteen, eighteen
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| Makes promises of promiscuity
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| She’ll turn his life into mess and she just couldn’t care less
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| So you can count on her going down
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| Yeah, you can count on her going down
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| Yeah, you can count on her going down |