| Got a dirty little secret
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| Something on your mind
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| You’ve been slinking down easy street
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| Now you’re here to spend some time
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| Think I don’t know where you’ve been going?
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| I don’t know where you been?
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| Oh this ain’t my first rodeo
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| You hit yourself a dead end
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| Your voodoo eyes ain’t gonna cast a spell
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| So you can go to hell
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| You can go to hell
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| Don’t know who you think you are
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| Blow that wistle every day
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| Can’t hold a smoking gun
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| And cry out foul play
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| Everything I’ve done for you
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| Now you want to call my bluff
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| Better buckle up, sister
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| Times about to get tough
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| I don’t care what you’re trying to sell, no
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| You can go to hell
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| You can go to hell
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| You can go to hell
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| (The lake of fire, down below, go)
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| You ain’t no angel
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| You ain’t no prize
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| I been up for a minute, girl
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| You cut me down to size
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| Things could get better
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| We could work it out
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| Let’s give it one more chance
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| Before you scream and shout
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| Well for a minute I almost fell
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| You can go to hell
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| You can go to hell
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| I don’t care what you’re trying to sell
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| You can go to hell
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| You can go to hell
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| You can go to hell (You did me wrong)
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| You can go to hell (And that ain’t right)
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| You can go to hell (I'm done with you girl)
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| You can go to hell (This is our last night)
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| You can go to hell
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| Get on out now (Yeah)
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| You can go to hell
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| Goodbye beyotch |