| She can burn, she can sting make you do most anything
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| But you can’t teach her
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| She makes you laugh, makes you cry climb a hundred storeys high
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| But you won’t reach her
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| I thought my will was really strong
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| But this is war that’s going on
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| She won’t loosen off her grip until she’s done
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| She’s hotter than the sun
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| She’s a sensual priestess like a lion in a dress
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| You have to feed her
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| Like a wall in your mind she’s a mountain you must climb
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| But you won’t reach her
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| She’s got a thing about control
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| But I ain’t used to letting go
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| I see the lines of battle drawn
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| But I won’t run
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| 'Cause she’s hotter than the sun
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| She don’t lose control
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| But she touched my soul
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| She’s as sharp as a knife carving her name across my mind
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| I won’t forget her
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| She’s a joy to behold like venus de milo
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| But she looks better, so much better
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| She don’t know I play her game and though I know I’m just the same
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| I never thought that I’d be shot with my own gun
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| She’s hotter than the sun
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| Hotter than the sun
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| She’s just begun
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| She won’t let me be, yeah
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| She won’t let me be
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| Hotter than the sun |