| Good girls go to heaven
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| Bad girls go to hell
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| The rest of them get rich
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| And do just what they feel
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| Well rich boys live in houses
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| And poor boys live in sin
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| The rest of them get married
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| And are never seen again
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| Well let me tell a story explain the shape i’m in The girl i had last night had never tasted sin
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| So i took her to my hotel where i tried to get my way
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| She said «wait a minute, bret, there’s something i must say…»
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| She said if you wanna talk that’s fine with me But if you want more you’d better let me be Cause you can look but you can’t touch
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| Cause the best things in life ain’t cheap
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| You can look but you can’t touch
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| Cause baby i ain’t for keeps
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| Well maybe i’m a bad boy
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| Ok, so i’ve been around the block
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| But i am good at one thing
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| And believe me it ain’t talk
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| She says you must be kidding
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| I’ve heard this all before
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| Other girls might buy it But i don’t, that’s for sure
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| Now wait a minute baby
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| I don’t want you to go She said «don't get no closer
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| The answer still is no»
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| So i wined her, dined her, fancy talked
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| Acted cool and smooth
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| Got my hands around her shoulder
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| Two inches from the move
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| Well i guess i’m about as close as i could be So i finally made my move, she just said to me Let me show you something
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| Mmm, let me set the pace
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| Slid my hand up her leg
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| As she slapped me across my face
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| Can’t blame a man for tryin'
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| Wantin’action ain’t a crime
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| I didn’t plan on spending money
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| Just to get a piece of mind |