| It’s 2 AM and that cell phone’s ringin'
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| Yeah, sounds like you been sippin' on somethin'
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| It was in the way I heard you say, hey baby
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| Yeah, you 'bout as subtle as a freight train comin'
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| And I know what’s next
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| You’ll be knockin' on my door
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| Standin' there in that dress
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| What are you waitin' for
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| Pull the trigger on a point blank kiss
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| This close you better never miss
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| Heart beatin' like a bullet into my chest
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| Bitin' my lip and wreckin' my bed
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| But Cinderella never sees the sun
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| You’ll be gone before mornin' comes
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| Like to love, but you love to run
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| You’re too hot to hold
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| Baby, you’re a smokin' gun
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| Yeah, you think you got it like Tony Montana
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| Callin' these shots like the world is yours
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| And you got me hooked, but let me turn them tables
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| I ain’t the only one comin back for more
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| Little smile on your face
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| You’re beggin' me to play along
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| So, if we’re sayin' it’s a game
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| Then I’m guessin' this is game on
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| Pull the trigger on a point blank kiss
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| This close you better never miss
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| Heart beatin' like a bullet into my chest
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| Bitin' my lip and wreckin' my bed
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| But Cinderella never sees the sun
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| You’ll be gone before mornin' comes
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| Like to love, but you love to run
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| You’re too hot to hold
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| Baby, you’re a smokin' gun
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| You’re like a forty-four mag with one bullet in it
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| It’s a dangerous game, but I can’t help but spin it
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| Knowin' one day it’s gonna end bad
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| But it’s too late, I got it cocked back
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| Pull the trigger on a point blank kiss
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| This close you better never miss
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| Heart beatin' like a bullet into my chest
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| Bitin' my lip and wreckin' my bed
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| But Cinderella never sees the sun
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| You’ll be gone before mornin' comes
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| Like to love, but you love to run
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| You’re too hot to hold
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| Baby, you’re a smokin' gun
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| Yeah
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| Pull the trigger |