I tell ya she's a heart breaker
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And you can't tell me she ain't
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There's a little devil in her
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Under all that powder and paint
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And she can hang you up every night
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And get you so uptight
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She's 99 pounds, I said 99 pounds,
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She's 99 pounds of some kind of dynomite
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I tell you half a ton of sugar ain't half as sweet as her
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She can change and rearrange you
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Till you can't tell what you were
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And it don't even pay to fight
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'Cause she don't know wrong from right
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She's 99 pounds, I said 99 pounds,
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She's 99 pounds of some kind of dynomite
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And she may look like an angel
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But she's made out of TNT
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She's a little bitty babe of explosivity
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Yeah but when she holds you tight
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She's some kind of outa sight
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She's 99 pounds, I said 99 pounds,
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I said 99 pounds of some kind of dynomite
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I said 99 pounds, I said 99 pounds,
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99 Pounds
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The Monkees |