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Robbed at gunpoint, nice and slow
darling it's a bad one, gonna blow
up the town and down the road
up your skirt and down your throat.
Put a baby in your belly that you didn't plan
maybe if you're pretty you can keep a man
cross contamination of the promised land
I'm the kind of woman that you shouldn't command.
I'll ruin, I will ruin you. Ruin, I will ruin you.
Blow, blow right through you. Oh I will ruin you.
She's a quick witted witch and her wandering way
will leave you at the altar with blood to pay
symmetrical design breeds thoughtful decay
increase the postage and expect a delay.
Patience is the virtue I didn't receive
twist in the handle as you call me a thief
quick licked lips say I'll never leave
but I'm the kind of woman you shouldn't believe.
I'll ruin, I will ruin you. Ruin, I will ruin you.
Blow, blow right through you. Oh I will ruin you.
Tearing holes in your body just to see what's real
moderate affection for curb appeal
paralleled paranoia you tend to conceal
wasting all your wishes, it's a hell of a deal.
Soft scabs and scars tell me you like it rough
huffin' and a puffin' 'till they call your bluff
get a job, get a dream, get a week sobered up,
but I'm the kind of woman where it's never enough.
I'll ruin, I will ruin you. Ruin, I will ruin you.
Blow, blow right through you. Oh I will ruin you.
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