Sometimes I'd like to kill her,
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Sometimes I make her cry,
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But she knows I really miss her,
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The girl just must be mine,
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She came home just yesterday,
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No bad news, not much to say,
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I don't think I want to be here today,
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We sat and we talked about,
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Her constantly storming out,
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I don't think I want to talk anyway,
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Sometimes I'd like to kill her,
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Sometimes I make her cry,
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But she knows I really miss her,
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The girl just must be mine,
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It's what makes me want to kiss her,
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When I think of her it's what makes me smile,
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It's why I can't resist her,
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The girl just must be mine,
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We all need a place called home,
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The heart is safest and warm,
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A place that we can call our own,
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With freedom the space to grow,
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A haven where we can go,
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A place that we can call our own,
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Sometimes I'd like to kill her,
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Sometimes I make her cry,
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But she knows I really miss her,
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The girl just must be mine,
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Sometimes it's always,
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Other times it's all the time,
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We don't have to keep on towing this line,
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All over my dead body,
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No never not on your life,
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By the skin of your teeth,
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On the edge of a knife,
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Sometimes I'd like to kill her,
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Sometimes I make her cry,
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But she knows I really miss her,
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The girl just must be mine,
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It's what makes me want to kiss her,
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When I think of her it's what makes me smile,
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It's why I can't resist her,
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The girl just must be mine.
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Sometimes I'd Like To Kill Her
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