[D. Snider]
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Come on, boys!
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Ow!
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She looks so fine like champagne or wine, no one ever gets her
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Oh, ain't she cool, plays us for fools if we wanna let her
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Across the room she sees some buffoon blown away by her style
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She goes out of her way so that she can play and make him beg for a little while
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She's gonna
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[CHORUS:]
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Shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down
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Shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down
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Shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down
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Shoot 'em down to the ground
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Like caviar or a fine foreign car, he's a motivator
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Dressed to the T's, they're down on their knees, he's master baiter
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He'll make 'em crawl for the hell of it all, he likes to see 'em cry
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And then just for fun he'll say she's the one and then he'll make her die
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He's gonna
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[REPEAT CHORUS]
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They don't care about feelings, they were meant to be stepped on
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And while one is healing, they go and step on another one
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[Solo - Jay Jay]
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Now, these people prey on us every day, some are bad, some badder
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They think we're fools, so they make their own rules, it only gets us madder
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Well, they think they're hot, well, I say they're not, they shoot us down for fun
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If they wanna play, well, let's make 'em pay, shoot them down with a gun
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We're gonna
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[REPEAT CHORUS]
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Come on now!
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[REPEAT CHORUS]
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Shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down
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Shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down
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Shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down
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We shoot them down, come on, honey
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Shoot them down, come on, shoot 'em down
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Shoot'em Down
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Twisted Sister |