| She’s got a housefire smile,
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| You can smell the smoke for miles,
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| She’s got inquisition eyes,
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| And a tongue that cuts like a knife.
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| She’s got lockpick legs,
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| They’ll get you straight int’bed,
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| Straight into trouble,
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| She’s got a wicked way.
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| When chaos walked,
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| The whole world held their breaths,
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| She turned the moon red, and wore the night time like a dress.
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| And then she took me by the hand and led me to the place where the lightning
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| strikes and,
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| She put her lips to mine and gave me her.
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| She’s got a taste for blood,
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| High-heels in the mud,
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| She’ll make an old man cry, cry, cry,
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| For the youth gone bad.
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| Where angels fear to tread,
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| She’ll weave her wicked web,
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| She’ll get you into trouble,
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| She’s got a wicked way.
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| When chaos walked,
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| The whole world held their breaths,
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| She turned the moon red, and wore the night time like a dress.
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| And then she took me by the hand and she led me to the place where the
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| lightning strikes and,
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| She put her lips to mine, and gave me her.
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| Never going quietly, quietly,
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| Never going quietly, quietly,
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| Never going quietly, quietly,
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| Never going quietly, quietly,
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| When chaos walked,
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| The whole world held their breaths,
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| She turned the moon red, and wore the night time like a dress.
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| And then she took me by the hand and she led me to the place where the
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| lightning strikes and,
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| She put her lips to mine and gave me her.
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| And then she took me by the hand and she led me to the place where the
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| lightning strikes twice,
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| She put her lips to mine and gave me her. |