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Guess it’s my turn to take the blame,
She’s the eye of a hurricane
Yeah …
I got caught in
Harm’s way,
Head first, no brakes, such a
Cliché,
Moth to a flame,
Dog to a bone,
That woman is a
Danger zone
It don’t take much to light her fuse,
One wrong phrase and her ego’s bruised,
Always preachin’ to her choir,
She’s water on a grease fire
No doubt she’s out for blood,
She’ll wipe you out like a flash flood,
No bark cause she’s all bite,
She’s a thousand degrees Fahrenheit
I got caught in
Harm’s way,
Head first, no brakes, such a
Cliché,
Moth to a flame,
Dog to a bone,
That woman is a
Danger zone
Oh, don’t get in
Harm’s way,
Watch every little thing you say,
