Who knows? I don't.
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You got your head in a wheel
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and it's getting me down
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too much these days.
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So say what you want to
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and drink up.
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We can chase it all down
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with this pink champagne.
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Your love is an old friend,
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who's running around
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with a pocket knife in a shotgun town.
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But you say what you want,
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and you do as you please,
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and you're wantin' your soul back before you leave.
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Sure shot - you were always my sure shot
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kickin' up dirt in the wrong bars.
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Hey good lookin', you are
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bad news followin' bad news.
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Drunk and beautiful-born to lose.
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And if you're wantin' the truth honey,
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I'm fallin' harder and harder for you.
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Who knows? I don't.
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Would you light us on fire
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just to believe that some things don't burn?
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Baby, you're all crazy tonight.
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I can see in your eyes: you'll burn out bright.
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Sure shot - you were always my sure shot
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kickin' up dirt in the wrong bars.
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Hey good lookin', you are
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bad news followin' bad news.
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Drunk and beautiful-born to lose.
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And if you're wantin' the truth honey,
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I'm fallin' harder and harder for you.
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For you, yeah.
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Calm me down.
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Baby, please calm me down.
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Tell me whether I should please you or mess you up.
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Oh, I'm smitten with the bull in a china shop.
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She's an angel with some devil in her blood.
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Oh, she's an angel with some devil blood.
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Sure shot - you were always my sure shot
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kickin' up dirt in the wrong bars.
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Hey good lookin', you are
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bad news followin' bad news.
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Drunk and beautiful-born to lose.
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And if you're wantin' the truth honey,
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I'm fallin' harder and harder for you.
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For you
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For you
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For you
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Pink Champagne
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