come on boys!
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she looks so fine
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like champagne or wine
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no one ever gets her
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oh ain't she cool
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plays us for fools
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if we wanna let her
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across the room she's sees some buffoon
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blown away by her style
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she goes out of her way so that she can play
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and make him beg for a little while
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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
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or a fine foreign car
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he's a motivator
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dressed to the t's
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they're down on their knees
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he's a master baiter
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he'll make 'em crawl for the hell of it all
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he like's to see 'em cry
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and then just for fun he'll say she's the one
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and then he'll make her die
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he's gonna
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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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they don't care about feelings
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they were meant to be stepped on
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and while one is healing
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they go and step on another one
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now, these people prey
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on us everyday
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some are bad, some badder
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they think we're fools
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so they make their own rules
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it only gets us madder
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well they think they're hot
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well i say they're not
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they shoot us down for fun
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if they wanna play
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let's make 'em pay and
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shoot them down with a f**kin' gun
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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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come on now!
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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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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 them down
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come on honey
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shoot them down
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come on shoot 'em down
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Shoot 'Em Down
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Twisted Sister |