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My love's a revolver My love's a revolver Oops I guess I shot ya My finger's on the trigger I had a bullet with your name on it Click click, I'm a sex

She showed up at my house at half past nine In a low-cut dress with a bottle of wine She said, "This will be a night you won't forget" She poured us

So at my show on Monday I was hoping someday You'd be on your way to better things It's not about your make-up Or how you try to shape up To these tiresome

Half cocked and fully loaded Not even trying to sugar coat it You're aimed to me but you're shootin' blanks And it doesn't hurt, thanks but no thanks

Projections under your black rims Will hide you from the sun And conscience keep you from the fact And the piece of mind you won But bad news and paying

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You ask me if I love you and I choke on my reply I'd rather hurt you honestly than mislead you with a lie And who am I to judge you on what you say or

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