| She likes the taste of Captain Morgan, cigarettes, oh she adores them
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| She can get a little crazy sometimes
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| Tight shirts and mini skirts, her family’s rich so she’ll never work
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| And she’s always on my mind
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| I can see the love when I look into her eyes,
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| If everyone could see what I see inside
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| Well she lives at night and sleeps all day,
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| She’ll dance and drink her life away, but she doesn’t know who I am
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| She gets what she wants and doesn’t quit,
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| She might as well get paid for it, but she doesn’t know who I am,
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| And she doesn’t give a damn
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| She doesn’t kiss under rainy clouds, only boys from the same crowd
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| Guess I’m out of luck now
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| Is it because of my long hair, tattoos and the fact that I don’t care
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| What she thinks of me and that drives her crazy
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| I can see the love when I look into her eyes
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| If everyone could see what I see inside
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| Well she lives at night and sleeps all day,
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| She’ll dance and drink her life away, but she doesn’t know who I am
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| She gets what she wants and doesn’t quit,
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| She might as well get paid for it, but she doesn’t know who I am,
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| And she doesn’t give a damn
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| Someday she’ll know that she loves me, that she loves me
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| Someday she’ll know that she loves me, that she loves me
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| When she’s alone, I can’t write about her
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| When she’s alone, I can’t
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| Well she lives at night and sleeps all day,
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| She’ll dance and drink her life away, but she doesn’t know who I am
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| She gets what she wants and doesn’t quit,
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| She might as well get paid for it, but she doesn’t know who I am,
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| And she doesn’t give a damn
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| And someday she’ll know who I am
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| Then maybe she’ll give a damn |