| So she walks in like James Dean grew tits
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| Flicks a cigarette and winks like I ain’t seen nothing
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| And I think I’d love to love this girl
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| Gargoyle faces bloom inside a smokey room
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| She moves with a purpose taking ownership of all that she has
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| I don’t doubt that she could lead them where she please
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| Ham strung
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| There’s no getting out of here
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| Oh wait
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| Shift your grip upon your gun
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| God damn
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| Watch your lip that fighting talk
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| Gold dust
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| You go big or you go home
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| Behind her makeup there’s a red line that her hand does trace oh
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| When it comes to leaving men beat and bleeding, I’m not her first oh
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| When it comes to bar fights she’s outlived the war
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| Ham strung
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| There’s no getting out of here
|
| Oh wait
|
| Shift your grip upon your gun
|
| God damn
|
| Watch your lip that fighting talk
|
| Gold dust
|
| You go big or you go home
|
| Ham strung
|
| There’s no getting out of here
|
| Oh wait
|
| Shift your grip upon your gun
|
| God damn
|
| Watch your lip that fighting talk
|
| Gold dust
|
| You go big or you go home
|
| Ham strung
|
| There’s no getting out of here
|
| Oh wait
|
| Shift your grip upon your gun
|
| God damn
|
| Watch your lip that fighting talk
|
| Gold dust
|
| You go big or you go home |