I can hear it all over town,
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That you've been talking smack.
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Send a message to your mommy, baby,
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'Cause you ain't coming back.
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Don't try to run. Don't you try to hide.
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Come to me or I'll come to you.
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It just takes two slices of my switchblade, baby.
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Gonna make a pretty mess of you.
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Chorus:
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'Cause I'm looking for blood.
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I've got revenge on my mind.
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Yeah, I'm looking for blood.
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Alright.
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I don't care what you do with the girls,
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But don't stop with the boys.
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I'm not trying to be a bully, baby,
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But you don't give me a choice.
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Don't try to run. Don't you try to hide.
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Come to me or I'll come to you.
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It just takes two slices of my switchblade, baby.
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Gonna make a pretty mess of you.
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Chorus
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Don't try to run. Don't you try to hide.
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Come to me or I'll come to you.
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It just takes two slices of my switchblade, baby.
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Gonna make a pretty mess of you.
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Chorus (repeat 2x)
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Looking For Blood
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| The Donnas |
