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Baby Stop Your chasing me Stop your staring hungry eyes give up your fantasy Im not playing games I mean each word Im saying Your'e not going to get your hands On my Pretty Thing Baby its been 3 long years take down my picture from the wall and wipe your tears you've been pushed aside your black rose must die You're Not going to get your hands on my pretty thing Im just no good for you Im just too good for you Babe its time to close that door I've told you once, a hundred times and even more you're just not my kind I'll tell you one last time You're not going to get your hands on my Pretty Thing |