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Michel Poiccard, he prefers the old
He prefers the scum, revels in the mold
He prefers the grit, rough and tumble bitch
Your girls got the itch, for the bad boy situation
Devastation, broken hearts but who can stop
The yearn for, a little of the devil ahhh!
She yearns for a little, of the devil a la la la la
She yearns for a little of the devil ahhh!
You can't compete, nice and sweet
For Michel, she got it dirty deep
Cigarette smoke, liar, thief
Steals your heart from your purse and keeps
Thinking of, scheming of, ways to come up!
