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Well I’d rather see you dead, little boy

Than to see you with another girl

You better keep your head, little boy

Or you won't last in my world

You better run for your life if you can, little boy

Hide your head in the sand, little boy

Catch you with another girl

That’s the end, little boy

Well you know that I’m a wicked chick

And I was born with a jealous mind

And I can’t spend my whole life

Trying just to make you toe the line

So you better run for your life if you can, little boy

Hide your head in the sand, little boy

Catch you with another girl

That’s the end.

Hmm.

Let this be a sermon

I mean everything I’ve said

Baby, I’m determined

Cause I’d rather see you dead

You better run for your life if you can, little boy

Hide your head in the sand, baby boy

Catch you with another girl

That’s the end

You hear me?

Well I’d rather see you dead, little boy

Than to see you with another girl

You better keep your head, little boy

Or you won't last in my world

You better run for your life if you can, little boy

Hide your head in the sand, little boy

Catch you with another girl

That’s the end, little boy