In your high school photo
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You looked so young and naive
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Now I heard you got a nickname
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The lady with the leash
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Was it funny on the midnight shift
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I bet you had your fair share of stiffs
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There were onerous odors
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I've got to admit
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'Cause you're a dangerous, dangerous
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A dangerous beauty
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So plainfully plain to us
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You're doing your duty
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Who you got there in that hood, you look so fancy in those photographs
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With your rubber gloves on you're a favorite with the Chiefs of Staff
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You're doing such a wonderful job
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You're a natural at working with dogs
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Keeping everyone awake at night
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With a touch of the prods
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Well you're a dangerous, dangerous
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A dangerous beauty
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Yeah, disdainfully, painfully
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A bit of booty, yeah
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You're a dangerous, dangerous
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A dangerous beauty
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Beauty
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Well you're a dangerous, dangerous
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A dangerous beauty
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If I was your captain, would you salute me
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What I say
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Yeah everybody
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Beauty
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Everybody now, yeah
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Are you one bad apple in a box
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Yeah, dangerous
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Dealing out electric shocks
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I've seen the gloves coming off
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Dangerous
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If looks could be killing, I bet you shoot me now
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Dangerous Beauty
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| Rolling stones |
