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9 left dead - don't let the door hit ya lyrics

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who do you think you are?
if you could act like this in hollywood you’d be a star
how much more can you lie
you know these lips were made for kissin’ not suckin me dry

you’ve empty-ed out my pockets and you’ve filled my head with doubt
it’s takin’ me forever but i’ve figured you out

one hand in my pocket
the other down my pants
you were only diggin’ for my gold
you can go to h-ll and burn with all my cash
and on the way out don’t let the door hit you in the -ss

don’t the let the door hit you in the -ss

it’s true, like it or not
i woulda seen right through if you weren’t so hot
what the h-ll i musta been high?
i ain’t buyin’ your bullsh-t so don’t even try

you’ve empty-ed out my pockets and you’ve filled my head with doubt
its takin’ me forever but i’ve figured you out

one hand in my pocket
the other down my pants
you were only diggin’ for my gold
you can go to h-ll and burn with all my cash
and on the way out don’t let the door hit you in the -ss

a pretty smile and a beautiful pair
with h-rns growing out of your hair
red lips and your skin so pale
this soul ain’t for sale

one hand in my pocket
the other down my pants
you were only diggin’ for my gold
you can go to h-ll and burn with all my cash
and on the way out don’t let the door hit you

one hand in the pocket
the other down the pants
you were only diggin’ for my gold
you can go to h-ll and burn with all my cash
and on the way out don’t let the door hit you in the -ss

don’t let the door hit you in the -ss
don’t let the door hit you in the -ss
don’t let the door hit you in the -ss
don’t let the door hit you in the -ss

- 9 left dead lyrics

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