I don't trust that girl with a gun Something about a girl with a gun The way they fly off the handle She sleeps with one stashed in her bed And she's packing one in her purse I don't know which one is worse My god, girl, where have you been? And where will you be tomorrow? I see you smothered in your sin And surrounded by your sorrow Girl with a gun, girl with a gun Girl with a gun, girl with a gun