can't believe that I got so down I dropped my guard again hit me! hit me!
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palpitations and goo-goo eyes, the transformation is sad and sickly
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she pulled out a "Tyson" from out of the blue, and met with a sickening crunch
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CHORUS:
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she got me... woah, she got me
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she got me... with a suckerpunch
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senses reeling from too much shit, I hit the floor again, panic, panic!
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calm and cold as a witches tit, sometimes I think that girls macanic
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with all of the shit that flew out of my lips, there's no use in asking much
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CHORUS:
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she got me... woah, she got me
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she got me... with a sucker... sucker... sucker... waah, you fucker!
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(one... two... three... four...)
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{mosh!}
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why I see her face in a million stars, I'm wondering
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thought I had good taste 'til I found I'd none at all
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nearly did appear as the asshole of the year
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and then she strikes...
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and now I'm back, the guy I've been, before the idiot sat in
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can't believe that I got so down, it probably happens on a daily basis
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many millions of messed up minds compete to win in the loser races
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peeling my mind like she's one of a kind, or maybe just out to lunch
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CHORUS:
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she got me... woah, she got me
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she got me... with a suckerpunch
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Suckerpunch
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| The Wildhearts |
