| Sheў‚¬"ўs getting ready burninў‚¬"ў with desire
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| sheў‚¬"ўs got a flame in her heart
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| thereў‚¬"ўs no way that you can put out the fire
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| youў‚¬"ўre gonna get it, got you in her sight
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| sheў‚¬"ўs gonna tear you apart
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| for no chains could try to hold her tonight
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| and when youў‚¬"ўre no quite sure
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| if sheў‚¬"ўs gonna let her lover survive
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| she put her pedal to the metal
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| screaming that she wonў‚¬"ўt be denied
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| sheў‚¬"ўll lead you like a lamb to the slaughter
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| kissing her knife sheў‚¬"ўs an animal
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| man to the slaughter
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| wild in the sheels… man sheў‚¬"ўs a killer
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| sheў‚¬"ўs getting ready shedў‚¬"ўs another skin
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| and by the look of her face
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| itў‚¬"ўs a dangerous position youў‚¬"ўre in
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| her aim is steady, in for the attack
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| and she may purr like a cat
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| but her glaws will leave some scars on your back
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| in the jungle night
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| sheў‚¬"ўs no stranger to the danger zone
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| and the candlelight
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| is no place to face the lion alone
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| sheў‚¬"ўs the perfect lover
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| so much better than the others before
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| but you pay her debt
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| when you fly without a net
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| and you fall… you fall… |