| She could be the one who wraps her arms around you
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| Always in a rush, don’t ever have the time
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| She would be the one to penetrate the whole room
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| Never has a free hand, never pays the tab
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| Always gonna run, always gonna run
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| Gonna run away from me
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| She’s been in the sun drinkin' coke and rum
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| Talkin' about anarchy
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| And nobody nobody loves her in the daytime
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| Nobody sees her when the sun shines
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| «She's all alone.» |
| they’ll say, «And that’s how she’s gonna stay.»
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| See her at the bar like she could be there all night
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| She don’t have a care right, she don’t have a job
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| Everybody see her, love her and then leave her
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| Someone else’ll feel her, come give her a ride
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| Nobody nobody’s diggin' on her sad style
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| Nobody’s fallin' for that drunk smile
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| This little dynamite, it’s like this every night
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| That black mascara survives all the distress of a perilous night
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| Alone as she heaves, alone as she sighs
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| All the distress of a perilous night |