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Whoo! Sixteen and a son of a bitch Got a gun and a strychnine twist Little girl on the graveyard shift Out of control and doesn't give a shit I don't wanna go down. I don't wanna go down. (Gonna lose control!) I don't wanna go down. I don't wanna go down. (So stop, drop, and roll.) So, baby-doll, don't you lose your touch. You take it all cause it's never gonna take too much. Dirty mouth and the look of death. My tequila coming' from your breath. Your lips are like a cherry bomb with teeth Losing control, break my sanity. I don't wanna go down. I don't wanna go down. (Gonna lose control!) I don't wanna go down. I don't wanna go down. (So stop, drop, and roll.) So, baby-doll, don't you lose your touch. You take it all cause you're never gonna take too much. Whoo! I don't wanna go down. I don't wanna go down. (Gonna lose control!) I don't wanna go down. I don't wanna go down. (So stop, drop, and roll.) Alright! So, baby-doll, don't you lose your touch. You take it all 'cause you're never gonna take too... Losing control and you lose your touch. You take it all, 'cause you're never gonna take too much. From Letras Mania