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Partners
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Bad Girl
She steals my love out a way that she licks her
lips
She's got that look right down to her fingertips
My mind says something's wrong when she
whips her eye
But when he told me something else that can
never lie
And everytime that she touches me I just
wanna die.
She's a bad girl
She's a bad girl
She's a bad girl
And I can't explain
How I feel, is it real
Is it love by another name?
Oooh, and when I'm all alone in the night
I call her up on the telephone and feel allright
When she shakes my tambourine I start to
dance inside
That she throws my proud a switch and let het
fingers glide
I don't need to go that way but I sure like the
ride.
She's so bad
Oooh, she steals my love out a way she licks
her lips
She'a got that look right down to her fingertips
My mind says something's wrong when she
whips her eye
But he told me seomething elsee I can never,
never, never lie
And everytime that she touches me I just
wanna die. | |
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