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She's got a cool, quiet complexion She's got a sweet sense of rejection And all the wicked wonderboys Are washed upon the shore She wants more She's got a weird taste for deception She's got a cool, quiet complexion And all the wicked wonderboys Are sleeping by your door She wants more She wants life Feeling fine She wants stars And she wants guitars She likes you to be scared All the time She wants sun And a gun She likes cars, baby Hit and run She wants you to be gone She'll be fine She's got a sweet tooth for disaster When you're quick, honey, she's faster And all the wounded Valentines Are sitting by her bed She sees red She's got a cool, quiet complexion She's got a weird taste for deception And all the wicked wonderboys Are washed upon the shore She wants more She wants life Feeling fine She wants stars And she wants guitars She likes you to be scared All the time She wants sun And a gun She likes cars, baby Hit and run She wants you to be gone She'll be fine She wants life Feeling fine She wants stars And she wants guitars She likes you to be scared All the time She wants sun And a gun She likes cars, baby Hit and run She wants you to be gone She'll be fine |