Let me tell you about a girl I know
Louder than hell and lower than low
Her mind is ruined, filled with scars
Doesn't know the meaning of going too far
She cries, mammy, take me to the top
Who is she (who is she)
Enemy (enemy)
Who is she (who is she)
Enemy (she's my enemy)
Let me tell you about the things she's said
Venomous lips spitting no regret
Hang up your hat, girl, you've had your day
And don't come running, you've dug your own grave
She cries, mammy, take me to the top
Who is she (who is she)
Enemy (enemy)
Who is she (who is she)
Enemy (she's my enemy)
She cries, mammy, take me to the
She cries, mammy, take me to the
She cries, mammy, take me to the top
Who is she (who is she)
Enemy (enemy)
Who is she (who is she)
Enemy (enemy)
Who is she (who is she)
Enemy (enemy)
Who is she (who is she)
Enemy
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