| I got a little bit of eye wink in my instinct
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| Never did I like the sound
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| Of a starling or a robin
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| But I sure can understand
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| So I go right to your door
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| Do what I do best
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| I’m no salesman baby, and I don’t do maybe
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| Cause it pays, it pays to pounce
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| My baby, my sweetheart, my lady, my lover
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| Protection, affection, the kill for you to discover
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| I’ve got my family on my up wing
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| A gang to back my behind
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| And it might pass pretty heartless
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| When we’re on the firing line
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| But my baby’s all alone
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| With a hunger in her chest
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| Well we do what we gotta
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| And we will when we wanna
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| Put the hunger to the test
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| My baby, my sweetheart, my lady, my lover
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| Protection, affection, the kill for you to discover
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| My baby, my sweetheart, my lady, my lover
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| Protection, affection, the kill for you to discover
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| Oh well when my baby’s all alone
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| With a hunger in her breast
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| Tonight — I kill — to give my baby rest
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| It’s a war, it really is — and nobody fights fair
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| I’ll be the one to dominate the air
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| My baby, my sweetheart, my lady, my lover
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| Protection, affection, the kill for you to discover
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| My baby, my sweetheart, my lady, my lover
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| Protection, affection, the kill for you to discover
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| My baby, my sweetheart, my lady, my lover
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| Protection, affection, the kill for you to discover |