Yeah, we're gonna fightWe do it every nightBaby, when you scratchYou know I'm gonna biteYou can make me dieI can make you cryOpposites attractThat's the reason whyNo one else could make you feelLike I do, I do, I doNo one ever gets as deep inside youAs I do, babyOur love is a bed of nailsLove hurts good on a bed of nailsI'll lay you down and when all elsefailsI'll drive you like a hammer on
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