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She had two diamond earrings
And one bad history
She's got no reservations
When it comes to gettin' what she needs
And the fools believe
What they need to see
Get down, down, dawg get off of me
She was three parts submissive
And one part tragedy
And when she's infected
You know she'll drop down to her knees
She's a bad disease
In the first degree
Get down, down, dawg get off of me
Helpless dancer, the night giver
Of golden delight
On your own pray for your life
Oh my sweet lord
Hope there's a light to see
She's a bad disease
In the first degree
Get down, down, dawg get off of me
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