| She is a lunatic
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| She’ll wreck your body and she’ll break your soul
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| Despite her rhetoric
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| She won’t be happy 'til she’s taken control
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| It was all that I could muster
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| To put that witch down
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| Just another zombie
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| In another zombie town
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| She used to be Miss California
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| A trail of broken hearts to her door
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| She used to be Miss California
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| But she don’t turn their heads anymore
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| What kind of maniac
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| Spends your money as she spits your bones?
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| No aphrodisiac could mask the echo of her aching death moans!
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| It was more than just a crucifix
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| To keep that thing at bay
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| You save your small town nightmare
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| For another rainy day
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| She used to be Miss California
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| A trail of broken hearts to her door
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| She used to be Miss California
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| But she don’t turn their heads anymore
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| Your ballroom days are over
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| It’s getting hard to hide!
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| That bitter look that’s on your face
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| When you’re that messed up inside!
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| She used to be Miss California
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| A trail of broken hearts to her door
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| She used to be Miss California
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| But she don’t turn their heads anymore
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| She used to be Miss California
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| A trail of broken hearts to her door
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| She used to be Miss California
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| But she don’t turn their heads anymore |