| She’s a revolution anarchy in Hell
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| On high heels
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| I get called the villain
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| Washin' down my love with her pills
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| Lips are speakin' chaos but her eyes are
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| As blue as the sea
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| She carries Mother’s Bible
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| Mixes valium with her beliefs
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| And you know she gets me high
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| I’ve see flowers and razors in her hair
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| She’s walkin' trouble with an innocence
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| I’ll just sit here thinkin' on my window sill
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| She keeps me high Miss Babykills
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| She’s sugar but she’s spicy, licks the
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| Venom off her lips
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| Dressed like a school girl
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| Loves her poisoned fingertips
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| I just know I love her, she sent
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| From above for me
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| And you know she gets me high
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| I’ve see flowers and razors in her hair
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| She’s talkin' trouble with an inner sense
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| I’ll just sit here thinkin' on my window sill
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| She keeps me high, Miss Babykills |