You're getting under my skin,
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the places that you've been.
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You're dishing out the dirt,
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and sure know how to hurt.
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But you're going nowhere ya missing the whole damn point,
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lighten up, lighten up and we'll rip the joint.
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You're makin' whips, makin whips for your own back,
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makin' whips, makin' whips you're gonna' crack,
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makin' whips, makin whips.
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Your empty headed dreams,
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just like an old smoke screen.
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You stand behind your spite,
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don't know what's wrong or right.
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Now it's grating on my nerves,
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your twisting body swerves.
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Got a self-inflicted bruise,
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got rubber bumper blues.
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Remove the thorns from your crown,
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feel it when the whip comes down.
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Makin' Whips
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G.B.H. |