| Yeah you’re a vixen, oh what a looker you are
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| And you let me get my kicks in
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| With the mind to turn a seduction to art
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| Oh lady don’t you know
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| That there ain’t nothing special with how your story goes
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| Maybe it’s the way that you lie
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| But then again, baby
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| Maybe it’s the way that you wear those black dresses too tight
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| And I think it’s the way that you talk
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| But then again, hey
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| Maybe it’s the way that your hips
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| They seem to swivel when you walk
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| Yeah you’re hot shit now but you wait til your flames burn out
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| And you gotta give it to the people that you promised to
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| You’re hot shit now but you wait til your flames burn out
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| And you gotta answer to the people you’re dishonest to
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| But you won’t hang your head
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| Blame it on your good looks and ignorance instead
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| That you’re not sorry for a god damn thing you said
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| HellKat, you know damn well that
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| Any of them would buy love but you don’t sell that
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| You’re a harlot playing hard to get
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| Swing your ass, I’ll keep you wondering
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| Filthy little slut
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| Lies are showing through the skin that you’ve been covering up
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| Only wanting what isn’t enough
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| Wouldn’t matter if I was the one giving it up
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| Steady moving you’re doing it right
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| The same thing you’re telling yourself every night
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| Oh lady don’t you know
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| That there ain’t nothing special with how your story goes
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| You’re not sorry for a god damn thing you said
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| HellKat |