Well, it ain't my style
To be jealous and bad mouthin'
But I've known a while
I can see some trouble comin'
Shut your eyes
But I think you might regret it
Will you take advice
And remember that I said it, baby
Yeah...
She's eleven outta ten for misery
So get your act together can't you see
She's eleven outta ten for vanity
And everyone sees it but you
When you've woken up ,come around
When you're broken up, come around
Well I know her type
She's a mover and a shaker
When the time is right
She will turn around and break you
Get with me
I will cut the ties that bind you
So tenderly
Give the sign and I will find you
Yeah...
She's eleven outta ten...
Eleven outta ten it don't add up
Eleven outta ten, boy, you're stuck
Eleven outta ten, you're all messed up
When you've woken up, come around
When you're broken up, come around
When you've woken up, come around
When you're broken up, come around
She's eleven outta ten...
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