| Every time that I see you
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| You keep coming on strong
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| With your hand in my pocket
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| When you know that it’s wrong
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| My baby, come on, baby
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| Give me back my dynamite, back now
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| Come on, baby, yeah, come on, baby
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| Give me back my dynamite, alright
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| I know you don’t need it
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| To pay for your dues
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| Or pay for your women too
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| Oh, yeah, baby, whoa
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| Listen to me, baby
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| I’m so tired, so tired of your messing around, yeah
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| I said, listen to me, baby
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| I’m so tired, so tired of your messing around, oh, yes, I am
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| Now why should I fight you
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| To leave what is mine
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| Believing the path
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| Really, really mine, yes, I am
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| Every time I don’t see you
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| Things keep working out fine
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| But the moment you’re near me
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| You just mess up my mind, oh, whoa, my baby, my baby
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| My, my, my baby, my baby
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| Baby, baby, give me back my dynamite, oh, yeah
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| Give it back to me, I want it back, want it back
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| Yeah, yeah, give me back my dynamite
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| Give me back, give it back to me
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| Oh, I want it, I need it, I want it, I want it
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| Give me back my dynamite, my dynamite, oh, yeah
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| Give it back to me, oh, I want it, I need it right now |