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| − | Girls don't go crazy
| + | Drunk drivin' is what I like to do |
| − | Oh woman...hold man tight
| + | I like drunk drivin' with you |
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| − | Every day I love him a little bit more
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| − | A litle bit more, a little bit more
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| − | Every day I love him just a little bit more
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| − | And he loves me the same
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| − | Every day I love her a little bit more
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| − | A little bit more, a little bit more
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| − | Every day I love her just a little bit more
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| − | And she loves me the same
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| − | Baby if ya wanna get low
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| − | Baby if ya wanna get high
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| − | It makes no sense at all
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| − | I saw red
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| − | I saw red
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| − | I saw red
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| − | One more secret lover that I shot dead
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| − | Every day I wake up, just a little bit more
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| − | feelin' like a dog in the yard
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| − | Because it's just how we are
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| − | And every day I wonder if it's over
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| − | When I wake up I realize that it not
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| − | And I break down the wall
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| − | You say it's black but I can't believe you
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| − | And if I say it's white say I'm just trying to decieve you
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| − | And baby, I'm aware of the high and the low
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| − | And I'll be waithing in the middle
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| − | But I just lack control
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| − | Baby if ya wanna get low
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| − | Baby if ya wanna get high
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| − | It makes no sense at all
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| − | I saw red
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| − | I saw red
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| − | I saw red
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| − | One more secret lover that I shot dead
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| − | Girls don't go crazy
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| − | Girls don't go crazy
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| − | Oh girls don't crazy when the men use you oh
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| − | Women hold your men tight
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| − | If it makes you feel alright
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| − | It's your own life
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