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Danger in the shape of somethin’ wild
Stranger dressed in black, she’s a hungry child
No one knows who she is or what her name is
I don’t know where she came from or what her game is
(Hot child in the city)
(Hot child in the city)
(Runnin’ wild and lookin’ pretty)
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