| There's just somethin' about that woman |
| I can't put my finger on |
| She makes it feel so right |
| Oh, when she does me wrong |
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| She can tell you, "Go to hell" and make you like it |
| She can lie to your face and make you buy it |
| Tell ya she's in love just to spite it |
| Serve ya humble pie and make ya try it |
| Smooth-talkin' devil, can't deny it |
| She can tell you, "Go to hell" and make you like it |
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| Yeah, buddy |
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| Somehow she keeps you comin' back |
| Always wantin' more |
| You'll show her a diamond ring |
| And she'll show you the door |
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| She can tell you, "Go to hell" and make you like it |
| She can lie to your face and make you buy it |
| Tell ya she's in love just to spite it |
| Serve ya humble pie and make ya try it |
| Smooth-talkin' devil, can't deny it |
| She can tell you, "Go to hell" and make you like it |
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| Hell yeah |
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| Her personality trait is gettin' even |
| Make you question everything that you believe in |
| Give you all the shit you think you're needin' |
| And take it right back when she's leavin' |
| She's a full Mason jar of white lightnin' |
| She can tell you, "Go to hell" and make you like it |
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| Tell you, "Go to hell" and make you like it |
| She can lie to your face and make you buy it |
| Tell ya she's in love just to spite it |
| Serve ya humble pie and make ya try it |
| She's a smooth-talkin' devil, can't deny it |
| She can tell you, "Go to hell" and make you like it |
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| Oh, tell you, "Go to hell" and make you like it |
| Oh, baby, I love it |
| Woo! |
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