Well it's a Saturday night and I'm searchin' the streets
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And I'm lookin for you and I can't stand the heat
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You must think I'm a fool not to know who you're with
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But when you say her name, you get oh so stiff
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There's another side to me, one you don't know,
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One you can't see unless you're some kind of ho
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I gotta darkside
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And I'm searchin' the streets
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I gotta darkside
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I'm lookin' for some fresh meat
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I gotta darkside, And I'm searchin' the streets
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And baby, you better run
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You think I can't hurt you but you fell in my trap
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And you say you believe me, but you're watchin your back
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You can run all over and you can try to hide
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But you and that girl ain't gonna survive
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There's another side to me, one you don't know,
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One you can't see unless you're some kind of ho
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I gotta darkside
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And I'm searchin' the streets
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I gotta darkside
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I'm lookin' for some fresh meat
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I gotta darkside, And I'm searchin' the streets
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And baby, you better run
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You think I can't hurt you but you fell in my trap
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And you say you believe me but you're watchin' your back
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It sounded good at the time, but I can guess how if feels
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Now that you're on the run and I'm on your heels
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There's another side to me, one you don't know,
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One you can't see unless you're some kind of ho
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I gotta darkside
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And I'm searchin' the streets
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I gotta darkside
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I'm lookin' for some fresh meat
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I gotta darkside, And I'm searchin' the streets
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And baby, you better run
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And I'm searchin' the streets
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Searching The Streets
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| The Donnas |
