| She’s got the devil on one shoulder
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| And the other’s getting colder
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| She looks so good but it’s not nearly
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| Feeling like it’s supposed to
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| Going sold, going sold
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| Going, gone
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| Then she drags me by one finger
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| To her lips, hook, line and sinker
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| Honey I’m a sucker, when you linger
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| Give me everything I want
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| Cause you know, I won’t go
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| Till I’m gone
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| Say my name again
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| Tell me you’re caught in the middle
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| You’re caught in the middle
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| And you’re begging for me to stay
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| Cause every now and then
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| My love calls like a whistle
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| It calls like a whistle
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| And it’s blowing your mind again
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| Got you crawling in the shadows
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| To the smoke of the tobacco
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| Burning slowly out the window
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| And whichever way it blows
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| There you go, there you go
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| There you go
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| I’m a slave to your addiction
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| Your affection and your friction
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| I’ve got all the money to buy exactly what I want
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| But you’re not for sale
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| Honey no second chances, oh no
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| Say my name again
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| Tell me you’re caught in the middle
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| You’re caught in the middle
|
| And you’re begging for me to stay
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| Cause every now and then
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| My love calls like a whistle
|
| It calls like a whistle
|
| And it’s blowing your mind again
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| She’s got the devil on one shoulder
|
| And the other’s getting colder
|
| She looks so good but it’s not nearly
|
| Feeling like it’s supposed to
|
| Going sold, going sold
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| Going
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| Say my name again
|
| Tell me you’re caught in the middle
|
| You’re caught in the middle
|
| And you’re begging for me to stay
|
| Cause every now and then
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| My love calls like a whistle
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| It calls like a whistle
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| And it’s blowing your mind again |