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    I could kill with my eyes, could kill with my thighs, ooh
    These hips hypnotized, just like it's nothing
    You would die for the chase, would die for a taste
    My lips on your face, I got you something
    Got you something, got you something
    Got you something, I got you something

    Dressed up for your entertainment
    No contest, I'm your favorite
    Close enough for you to taste it
    I think we both agree, I could be your fantasy

    Try me, then take me
    Bend me, then break me down
    Hallucinate me
    Forget reality, I could be your fantasy

    I'll be your–
    I'll be your–
    I'll be your–
    I'll be your–

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    I could ride with no hands, kiss like I'm from France
    Meet all your demands, I know you want me
    All of this tension's so thick, let me see if it fits
    Come show me your– (uh), then put it on me (uh)
    Put it on me (yeah), put it on me (what?)
    Put it on me (uh), babe, put it on me

    Dressed up for your entertainment (oh-oh)
    No contest, I'm your favorite (oh-oh)
    Close enough for you to taste it
    I think we both agree, I could be your fantasy

    Try me, then take me
    Bend me, then break me down
    Hallucinate me
    Forget reality, I could be your fantasy

    I'll be your–
    I'll be your–
    I'll be your–
    I'll be your–
    I'll be your–
    I'll be your–
    I'll be your–
    I'll be your–

    I think we both agree, I could be your fantasy
    Forget reality, I could be your fantasy
    I think we both agree, I could be your fantasy
    Forget reality, I could be your fantasy

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    Composition: Demi Lovato, Justin D Tranter, and Amanda Renee

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