Viscious are the mouthes she tastes
Wicked are the vowes she breaks
Leaving all her luck to haste
Leaving all her luck to waste
All these things in a box
Where she goes she lays
Leaving all these men tonight
Leaving all these boys to fight
Leaving all her luck to haste
Leaving all her lust to waste
All these things in a box
Where she goes she stops
Hell to all these moneymakers
Lives they won't mistake
Oh, you knew I loved to hate her
Eyes that won't debate

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