Rip Her To Shreds

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Hey! PSST! Here she comes now.
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Oh, you know her, would you look at that hair
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Yeah, you know her, check out those shoes
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She looks like she stepped out of the middle of somebody's blues
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She looks like the Sunday comics
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She thinks she's Brenda Starr
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Her nose job is real atomic
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All she needs is an old knife scar
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Yeah, she's so dull, come on rip her to shreds
A                      B
She's so dull, come on rip her to shreds

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Oh, you know her, "Miss Groupie Supreme"
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Yeah, you know her, "Vera Vogue" on parade
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Red eye shadow! Green mascara!
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Yuck! She's too much!
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She looks like she don't know better
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A case of partial extreme
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Dressed up in a Robert Hall sweater
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Acting like a soap opera queen
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Yeah, she's so dull, come on rip her to shreds
A                      B
She's so dull, come on rip her to shreds

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She got the nerve to tell me she's not on it
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But her expression is too serene
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Yeah, she looks like she washes with Comet
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Always looking to create a scene
      A                      B
Yeah, she's so dull, come on rip her to shreds
A                      B
She's so dull, come on rip her to shreds
A              B
She's so dull. RIP HER TO SHREDS!

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Oh, you know her, "Miss Groupie Supreme"
      E                   A
Yeah, you know her, "Vera Vogue" on parade
      E                      A
Yeah, you know her, with the fish-eating grin
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She's so dull
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Yeah, she's got the nerve to tell me!
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Huh, she's so dull
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Yeah, there she goes now
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She making out with King Kong
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She take her boat to Hong Kong
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Well, bye bye sugar!
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And not a minute too soon