She¡¯s getting ready burnin¡¯ with desire
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she¡¯s got a flame in her heart
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there¡¯s no way that you can put out the fire
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you¡¯re gonna get it, got you in her sight
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she¡¯s gonna tear you apart
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for no chains could try to hold her tonight
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and when you¡¯re no quite sure
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if she¡¯s gonna let her lover survive
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she put her pedal to the metal
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screaming that she won¡¯t be denied
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she¡¯ll lead you like a lamb to the slaughter
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kissing her knife she¡¯s an animal
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man to the slaughter
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wild in the sheels...man she¡¯s a killer
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she¡¯s getting ready shed¡¯s another skin
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and by the look of her face
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it¡¯s a dangerous position you¡¯re in
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her aim is steady, in for the attack
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and she may purr like a cat
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but her glaws will leave some scars on your back
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in the jungle night
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she¡¯s no stranger to the danger zone
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and the candlelight
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is no place to face the lion alone
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she¡¯s the perfect lover
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so much better than the others before
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but you pay her debt
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when you fly without a net
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and you fall...you fall...
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Lamb To The Slaughter
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