She wears her hair real wild
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Her nails are perfectly filed
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Her lips painted deep jungle red
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Her best colour is black
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And the clothes on her back
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Show she's a woman with style
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She wears satin and lace with impeccable taste
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She'll tell you it runs in her blood
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In a cloud of perfume she walks into the room
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And it comes to a stop when she does
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She's a heart user
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No time for losers
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She'll use you up and throw your love away
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Heart user
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A barracuda
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She'll use you just don't get in her way
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Oozing with charm got a girl on each arm
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His eyes match his all over tan
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And as he straightens his tie
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Some beauty catches his eye
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Brings out the best in the man
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And her fresh young face makes his cold heart race
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She's wearing that deadly perfume
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You must admire the skill as he comes in for the kill
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It's time to attack make his move
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He's a heart user
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No time for losers
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He'll use you up and throw your love away
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Heart user
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A barracuda
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He'll use you just don't get in his way
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Where you been all my life
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This is love at first sight
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Could swear we've met someone before
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She throws back her head
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And she shamelessly says
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You got real good taste tell me more
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Then the lady in black thinks she's setting her trap
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And he thinks she's playing his game
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But anybody can tell they're just into themselves
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They're two of a kind they're the same
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They're just heart users
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No time for losers
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They'll use you up and throw your love away
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Heart users
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They're barracuda
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They'll use you just don't get in their way...
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Heart User
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| Cliff Richard |
