| I lick their hands clean of bark and bite
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| So they can sleep deep at night
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| Ah, all my girls like to fight
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| I wish I could throw the first punch
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| But purity curbs my tongue
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| Ah, oh, and I’m not gonna be the one to try
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| You like to make me suffer
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| Thought we loved one another
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| I saw all your old lovers around
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| Be quiet, don’t make a sound
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| 'Cause all your girls like to fight
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| I’d like to make you suffer
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| Thought we loved one another
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| I saw all my old lovers around
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| Be quiet, don’t make a sound
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| 'Cause all my girls like to fight
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| Fight, fight, fight, fight
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| All my girls like to fight
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| One with the baseball bat in the pen
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| Two with the sword, stick, strike and defend
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| Three with the kick-spin, make her the kingpin
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| Closes her eyes when she’s counting to ten
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| Four with the bullseye shot
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| Five with the flare when the target’s hot
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| Mmm, mmm
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| Six with the stake pushed straight through your heart
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| Seven’s a tough one, selfish and smart
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| Eight with the reflex fast, it’s a defect
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| Looks in your eyes when she strikes, it’s an art
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| Nine with the arrow and the bow
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| Ten with the Glock stashed away on the low
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| Mmm, mmm
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| You like to make me suffer
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| Thought we loved one another
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| I saw all your old lovers around
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| Be quiet, don’t make a sound
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| 'Cause all your girls like to fight
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| I’d like to make you suffer
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| Thought we loved one another
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| I saw all my old lovers around
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| Be quiet, don’t make a sound
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| 'Cause all my girls like to fight
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| Fight, fight, fight, fight
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| All my girls like to fight
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| Fight, fight, fight, fight
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| All my girls like to fight
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| Mmm
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| Throw the first punch
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| Now that we’re done
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| Better put on your gun
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| Put your fists up or run (Ah)
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| Mmm mmm
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| Mmm
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| Throw the first punch
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| Now that we’re done
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| Better put on your gun
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| Put your fists up or run (Ah)
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| Mmm mmm |