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Birds and the Bees
Let me tell you 'bout the birds the bees
And the flowers and the trees
And the moon up above
And a thing called love....
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b***h
I'm a b***h, I'm a lover
I'm a child, I'm a mother
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I'm your hell, I'm your dream
I'm nothing in between
You know you wouldn't want it any other way
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Livin la vida loca
She's into superstition
Black cats and voodoo dolls
I feel a premonition
That girl's gonna make me fall
She's into sensation
New kicks and candle light
She's got a new addiction
For every day and night
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