| She came riding into town
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| In a big black Cadillac
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| Staring all them poor boys down
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| A scorpion tattooed in her neck
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| She stopped at the wagon wheel
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| Where you can play your life away
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| And from the first hand sitting in She nearly drove them all insane
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| I was standing on a corner
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| When I heard my mama warn me
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| «Stay away from that kind
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| She’s bad news my boy
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| She’ll use you like a toy
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| And she’ll rob you all blind»
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| I am a bit lonely
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| Bit lonely-ly-ly
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| I have a way of trimming down
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| Always had a winning him
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| I’d like to stare them poor boys down
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| Taking their every single cent
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| I was standing on a corner
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| When I heard my mama warn me
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| «Stay away from that kind
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| She’s bad news my boy
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| She’ll use you like a toy
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| And she’ll rob you all blind»
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| I was waiting in a car
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| When she came out of the bar
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| And said «I could use a ride»
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| We’ll go riding out of town
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| Staring all them fools down
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| To that starlet night |