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She takes her phone out and fake calls
Her friend, 'cause she's way too alone
She's looking for trouble
Checks over her shoulder, over and over again

She's cold and she's drunk
A little red riding her luck in the hood
She's asking for trouble
Oh, that's what they'll say
If trouble comes heading her way
(Ah-ah-ah)

The street lights are calling her name
She drawn like a moth to a flame
But she's never safe, and her daddy will say
"She was playIng with fire"
(Playing with fire, playing with fire)
Blame the sheep for her clothes
If the wolves were to find her
(Wolves were to find her)
Maybe that's why she hides in the dark
Maybe that's why she hides her scars

She crosses the road and picks up the pace
"Cause she's not so alone
She's looking for trouble
Checks over her shoulder, now it's getting closer
(Closer, closer, closer)

The street lights are calling her name
She's drawn like a moth to a flame
But she's never safe and her daddy will say
"She was playing with fire"
(Playing with fire, playing with fire)
Blame the sheep for her clothing, if the wolves were to find her
(Wolves were to find her)
Maybe that's why she hides in the dark
Maybe that's why she hides her scars

La-di, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da
La-di, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da
La-di, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da
Whoa-whoa-oh
Whoa-whoa-oh
La-di, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da (playing with fire, playing with fire)

And her daddy will say, "She was playing with fire"
(Playing with fire, playing with fire)
Blame the sheep for her clothes if the wolves were to find her
(If the wolves were to find her)
Maybe that's why she hides in the dark
Maybe that's why she hides her scars

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