| Who knows? |
| I don’t.
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| You got your head in a wheel
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| and it’s getting me down
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| too much these days.
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| So say what you want to and drink up.
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| We can chase it all down
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| with this pink champagne.
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| Your love is an old friend,
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| who’s running around
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| with a pocket knife in a shotgun town.
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| But you say what you want,
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| and you do as you please,
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| and you’re wantin' your soul back before you leave.
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| Sure shot — you were always my sure shot
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| kickin' up dirt in the wrong bars.
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| Hey good lookin', you are
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| bad news followin' bad news.
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| Drunk and beautiful—born to lose.
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| And if you’re wantin' the truth honey,
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| I’m fallin' harder and harder for you.
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| Who knows? |
| I don’t.
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| Would you light us on fire
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| just to believe that some things don’t burn?
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| Baby, you’re all crazy tonight.
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| I can see in your eyes: you’ll burn out bright.
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| Sure shot — you were always my sure shot
|
| kickin' up dirt in the wrong bars.
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| Hey good lookin', you are
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| bad news followin' bad news.
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| Drunk and beautiful—born to lose.
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| And if you’re wantin' the truth honey,
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| I’m fallin' harder and harder for you.
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| For you, yeah.
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| Calm me down.
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| Baby, please calm me down.
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| Tell me whether I should please you or mess you up.
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| Oh, I’m smitten with the bull in a china shop.
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| She’s an angel with some devil in her blood.
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| Oh, she’s an angel with some devil blood.
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| Sure shot — you were always my sure shot
|
| kickin' up dirt in the wrong bars.
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| Hey good lookin', you are
|
| bad news followin' bad news.
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| Drunk and beautiful—born to lose.
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| And if you’re wantin' the truth honey,
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| I’m fallin' harder and harder for you.
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| For you
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| For you
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| For you |