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Mott The Hoople Born Late 58

She'll annoy ya, destroy ya She'll bring ya down in Create her, mistreat her No use tryin' to beat her Admit it, she's greater Shame you weren't born

annoy ya, destroy ya - she'll bring ya down in fire Create her, mistreat her - no use tryin' to beat her Admit it, she's greater, shame you weren't born