| She walked in
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| Her hands in fur coat pockets
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| She brought her best bad habit
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| She’s looking for to kill
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| If not herself, then
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| Maybe tonight’s boyfriend
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| Maybe some sad random
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| Looking for his fill
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| And though I know I’m just some perk
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| She lets me hang around and watch her work
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| 'Cause she knows what I like to do
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| And she knows what I like to see
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| And she knows how to bring about
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| A shattered heart that don’t belong to me
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| This one’s a rager
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| And all the cute girls hate her
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| And all the boys run terrified
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| From her powder-white toes
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| «Who's she?» |
| they ask me
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| As she stumbles past me
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| It’s one of twenty different names
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| Depending where she goes
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| But I still don’t know which one’s real
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| She lets me hang around and watch her deal
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| 'Cause she knows where a man gets weak
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| She leans in with a low-cut dress
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| She knows what I like to see
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| Her victims walking out the bar a mess
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| Now it’s search and destroy
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| For the player of the playboy
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| For the walking apocalypse
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| And the heels she staggers on
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| She courts the shadows
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| She swings about the gallows
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| Rope to rope, she gets her thrill
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| And lays awake at dawn
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| But who could live that way this long?
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| I’ve seen plenty good girls go wrong
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| But I never seen someone like you
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| Burning holes in a four-post bed
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| Passed out with your knees all bruised
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| Your sleeping hand holding a cigarette
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| And your head never hurt so bad
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| Thinking 'bout the fun you had
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| What on earth did we do last night?
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| Why’s there blood on the shower wall?
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| Who’s that sleeping on the hardwood floor
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| And what’s the number written on my palm?
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| Yeah, my keys are somewhere in my pants
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| But I ain’t trying to get back home
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| Then she wakes up, and she quietly laughs
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| «There's a party tonight if you wanna go»
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| «There's a party tonight if you wanna go» |