Writers: Georgia Thomas, Tammy Jacobs, Stan Swiniarski
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You got puppy-dog eyes, smooth-talkin’ lines,
You’ve been workin’ on me for awhile
You got a bag full of lies, you take ‘em out every time,
I see the wolf behind that smile
Licking his chops and sizing me up for the night
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You’re not takin’ me down
You’re not takin’ me down
You think I’m gonna crawl to you, I’m not gonna fall for you
Baby, you’re not takin’ me down
You like ‘em long-legged and tan, in the palm of your hand
All wide-eyed and willing to play
You let ‘em light up your smokes, laugh at your jokes
Then leave ‘em cryin’ the very next day
You get what you want and then you move on your way
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The lipstick on your collar when you wake up tomorrow
Ain’t gonna be my shade
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