| Sometimes I’d like to kill her,
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| Sometimes I make her cry,
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| But she knows I really miss her,
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| The girl just must be mine,
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| She came home just yesterday,
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| No bad news, not much to say,
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| I don’t think I want to be here today,
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| We sat and we talked about,
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| Her constantly storming out,
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| I don’t think I want to talk anyway,
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| Sometimes I’d like to kill her,
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| Sometimes I make her cry,
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| But she knows I really miss her,
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| The girl just must be mine,
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| It’s what makes me want to kiss her,
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| When I think of her it’s what makes me smile,
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| It’s why I can’t resist her,
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| The girl just must be mine,
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| We all need a place called home,
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| The heart is safest and warm,
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| A place that we can call our own,
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| With freedom the space to grow,
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| A haven where we can go,
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| A place that we can call our own,
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| Sometimes I’d like to kill her,
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| Sometimes I make her cry,
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| But she knows I really miss her,
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| The girl just must be mine,
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| Sometimes it’s always,
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| Other times it’s all the time,
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| We don’t have to keep on towing this line,
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| All over my dead body,
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| No never not on your life,
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| By the skin of your teeth,
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| On the edge of a knife,
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| Sometimes I’d like to kill her,
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| Sometimes I make her cry,
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| But she knows I really miss her,
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| The girl just must be mine,
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| It’s what makes me want to kiss her,
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| When I think of her it’s what makes me smile,
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| It’s why I can’t resist her,
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| The girl just must be mine. |