I see her on high streets
And on the fashion shows
In chic hotels behind closed doors
She never skips a beat
And wears expensive clothes
She doesn't care about you all
She's got a heart of stone
She is bad to the bone
She is so keen on
Lying and cheating
She's got wicked eyes
That always hypnotize
The devil never
Has been so pretty
She's selling beauty
She's bad and beautiful
Her eyes will turn you into a fool
Why care what people think
And why obey the rules
When all the world is like her tool
~~~
And when you have a crush on her
She's gonna rock your world
It will be like racing on a motorbike
Twelve hundred miles per hour
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