| She’s got a cool quiet complection
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| She’s got a sweet sense of rejection
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| And all the wicked wonderboys
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| washed upon the shore
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| she wants more
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| She’s got a weird taste for deception
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| she’s got a cool quiet complection
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| And all the wicked wonderboys
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| sleeping by your door
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| she wants more
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| She wants line, feeling fine,
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| she wants stars and she wants guitars
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| She likes you to be scared all the time
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| she wants sun, and their gun
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| she likes cars baby, hit and run
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| She wants you to be gone, she’ll be fine
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| She’s got a sweet tooth for disaster
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| when you’re quick, honey she’s faster
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| And all the wounded valentines are sitting by her bed
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| She sees red
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| She’s got a cool quiet complection
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| she’s got a weird taste for deception
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| And all the wicked wonderboys are
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| washed upon the shore
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| She wants more
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| She wants line, feeling fine
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| she wants stars and she wants guitars
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| She likes you to be scared all the time
|
| She wants sun, and their gun
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| She likes cars baby, hit and run
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| She wants you to be gone, she’ll be fine
|
| She wants line, feeling fine
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| she wants stars and she wants guitars
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| She likes you to be scared all the time
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| She wants sun, and their gun
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| She likes cars baby, hit and run
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| She wants you to be gone, she’ll be fine |