| Well, the more you need it
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| is the more she takes away
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| It’s a hurt so sweet that
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| you won’t walk away
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| Never really knowing what was bad until she lost control
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| Crawling on your knees and begging her to take your soul
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| High heels dig in your skin,
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| Body carved out of original sin
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| She’s a bad bitch, feels unreal,
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| Pale skin, devil’s grin, sitting on some high heels
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| Now your heart is racing
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| down your crooked spine
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| She’s got you all tied up
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| inside your mind
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| Never really knowing what was bad until she lost control
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| Crawling on your knees and begging her to take your soul
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| High heels dig in your skin,
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| Body carved out of original sin
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| She’s a bad bitch, feels unreal,
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| Pale skin, devil’s grin, sitting on some high heels
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| She will chew you up, without a regret
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| She will cover you just like a cold sweat
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| Now, now you know that she is unreal
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| Big lips, take no shit, sitting on some high heels
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| Never really knowing what was bad until she lost control
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| (Until she lost control)
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| Crawling on your knees and begging her to take your soul
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| Never really knowing what was good until she took control
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| (Never really knowing, 'til she took control)
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| Crawling on your knees and begging you to take it all
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| High heels dig in your skin,
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| Body carved out of original sin
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| She’s a bad bitch, feels unreal,
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| Pale skin, devil’s grin, sitting on some high heels |