| I can’t resist her as she took the scene
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| She threw her head up like a mean machine
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| She was turning vicious in overdrive
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| She smelled like sugar and everybody dives
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| A rebellion — credibility
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| The place was red hot and she’s the key
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| Her fascination shines like gold
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| She was the opposite of cold
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| A revolution
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| When love is back in the jailhouse
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| A revolution
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| And I’m playing the game in this madhouse
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| She’s playing hard with the heavy stuff
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| The lightning strikes, she was acting tough
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| I tried to rock and take command
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| Looking through my polished glasses
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| I took a drink, she was shaking the air
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| I was sitting down in this empty chair
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| She was looking at me cold as ice
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| I gave her a smile as the clock strikes
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| A revolution
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| When love is back in the jailhouse
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| A revolution
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| And I’m playing the game in this madhouse
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| A revolution
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| When love is back in the jailhouse
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| Well, tonight this place is gonna explode
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| She means real double trouble
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| A revolution
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| I can’t resist her as she took the scene
|
| She threw her head up like a mean machine
|
| She was turning vicious in overdrive
|
| She smelled like sugar
|
| A revolution
|
| When love is back in the jailhouse
|
| A revolution
|
| And I’m playing the game in this madhouse
|
| A revolution
|
| When love is back in the jailhouse
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| Tonight this place is gonna explode
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| She means real double trouble
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| A revolution |