She's a pistol, pointed at me, smoking from her head to her feet. Packing the heat. He's lethal, with a license to kill. Her love is ripping up in the street; she's a heart breaker, like a masterpiece. she could look even better than me; she's the baddest girl I've ever seen.How could something that's so wrong; be exactly what I need?
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