All dressed up in red
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She¡¯s a killer
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Gonna knock ¡®em dead
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With the finger on the trigger
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But she don¡¯t tip-toe when she walks
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And she don¡¯t whisper when she talks
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Because she got it like that
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Yea, she got it like that
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The first time we met
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I said excuse me miss
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And then she pulled me close
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And killed me with a kiss
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She¡¯s a blonde haired, bombshell, long leg spider
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Who¡¯s been working on her web all day
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She¡¯s a blue eyed, smoking hot 6 feet shooter
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Who¡¯s tryina make me obey
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She¡¯s a killer, she¡¯s a killer
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My baby is a killer, she¡¯s a killer
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And someone¡¯s gonna die today
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Do do do
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Do do do
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Do do doooo
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She¡¯s a movie star
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A late night thriller
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Always leaves her mark
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Like a cold blooded murder
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She got lips like loaded guns
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So we all die one by one
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Because she got it like that
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Yea she got it like that
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The first time we met
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I said excuse me miss
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And then she pulled me close
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And killed me with a kiss
|
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She¡¯s a blonde haired, bombshell, long leg spider
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Who¡¯s been working on her web all day
|
She¡¯s a blue eyed, smoking hot 6 feet shooter
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Who¡¯s tryina make me obey
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She¡¯s a killer, she¡¯s a killer
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My baby is a killer, she¡¯s a killer
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And someone¡¯s gonna die today
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If you see her in the street
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Look the other way
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Cause she¡¯ll take your heart, rip it apart
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And put it on display
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She¡¯s got a filthy appetite
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Don¡¯t get in her way
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She¡¯s a crowd pleaser, a man eater
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And always brings her parade
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She¡¯s a blonde haired, bombshell, long leg spider
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Who¡¯s been working on her web all day
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She¡¯s a blue eyed, smoking hot 6 feet shooter
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Who¡¯s tryina make me obey
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She¡¯s a killer, she¡¯s a killer
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My baby is a killer, she¡¯s a killer
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And someone¡¯s gonna die today
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She's A Killer
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| Reece Mastin |
