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She don't know my name, but she's front
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row every time I play. Lipstick loud,
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eyes locked in. Yeah. She's here for the
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Got playing with the baseline. Leather
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boots, dirty mind, perfect timing.
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She don't text, she just shows. Every
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gig, every night like a ghost in my
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she don't chase love, she chases the
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fire. Wants to heat the stage, the live
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wire. Every beat she pulls me in. Now I
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don't know where she ends or I begin.
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She likes my band, not just the fame.
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She's stealing the beat. Now I'm playing
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a game. Hands in my hair, singing my
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Backstage kiss. She tastes like trouble.
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Midnight vow. Turn it up. Make it double
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strings on fire. No need to rehearse.
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She's the kind of girl who loves a
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little. She's got my set listings on her
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skin. Knows every line before I begin.
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Told me boy I like your sound. Now she's
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the reason I come back around.
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She likes my band. Loud and raw. She
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don't care about the rest. She wants it
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all. Rest in rhythm. We rise and fall.
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Yeah. She likes the fire in my hands.
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And now she's part of the J
