I tell ya she's a heart breaker
And you can't tell me she ain't
There's a little devil in her
Under all that powder and paint
And she can hang you up every night
And get you so uptight
She's 99 pounds, I said 99 pounds,
She's 99 pounds of some kind of dynomite
I tell you half a ton of sugar ain't half as sweet as her
She can change and rearrange you
Till you can't tell what you were
And it don't even pay to fight
'Cause she don't know wrong from right
She's 99 pounds, I said 99 pounds,
She's 99 pounds of some kind of dynomite
And she may look like an angel
But she's made out of TNT
She's a little bitty babe of explosivity
Yeah but when she holds you tight
She's some kind of outa sight
She's 99 pounds, I said 99 pounds,
I said 99 pounds of some kind of dynomite
I said 99 pounds, I said 99 pounds,
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