| We’re vixons on our horses, we’re the bandits in the night.
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| Keep your filthy minutes locked away from here tonight.
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| The rising of the moon we watched the fools come out to play.
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| We don’t want dust to settle till the early light of day.
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| And oooooo come with us tonight,
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| and oooooo follow us, follow us.
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| Blow it up and shoot it down,
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| Everyone is getting loud lets turn it up tonight.
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| Let’s make it last, lets kick some ass, and raise your glass up to the sky and
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| here’s to you and I.
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| You and I.
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| Here’s to you and I.
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| We’re busten in we’re breaking every rule that’s known to man.
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| Lighting up our cigarette, and dealing dirty hands.
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| We’re lining up the bottles only just to shoot them down,
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| and when the morning showes its face you’d wished we’d never came to town.
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| And oooooo come with us tonight,
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| and oooooo follow us, follow us.
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| Blow it up and shoot it down,
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| Everyone is getting loud lets turn it up tonight.
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| Let’s make it last, lets kick some ass, and raise your glass up to the sky and
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| here’s to you and I.
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| You and I.
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| Here’s to you and I.
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| Dig your heals into the ground,
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| and clap your hands and make a sound.
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| Then put your hands up on my hips,
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| come here boy and kiss my lips.
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| Dig your heals into the ground,
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| and clap your hands and make a sound.
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| Then put your hands up on my hips,
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| come here boy and kiss my lips.
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| Come here boy and kiss my lips.
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| Blow it up and shoot it down,
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| Everyone is getting loud lets turn it up tonight.
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| Let’s make it last, lets kick some ass, and raise your glass up to the sky and
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| here’s to you and I.
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| You and I.
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| Here’s to you and I.
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| Dig your heals into the ground,
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| and clap your hands and make a sound.
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| Then put your hands up on my hips,
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| come here boy and kiss my lips. |