| I tell ya shes a heart breaker
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| And you cant tell me she aint
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| Theres a little devil in her
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| Under all that powder and paint
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| And she can hang you up every night
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| And get you so uptight
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| Shes 99 pounds, I said 99 pounds,
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| Shes 99 pounds of some kind of dynomite
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| I tell you half a ton of sugar aint half as sweet as her
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| She can change and rearrange you
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| Till you cant tell what you were
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| And it dont even pay to fight
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| cause she dont know wrong from right
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| Shes 99 pounds, I said 99 pounds,
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| Shes 99 pounds of some kind of dynomite
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| And she may look like an angel
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| But shes made out of tnt
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| Shes a little bitty thing and she? |
| ?? |
| ?
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| Yeah but when she holds you tight
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| Shes some kind of outa sight
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| Shes 99 pounds, I said 99 pounds,
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| I said 99 pounds of some kind of dynomite
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| I said 99 pounds, I said 99 pounds, |