Caught up in the throws of love
All these slings and arrows
All these sticks and stones
We both know what we need to say
But we leave that word alone
She could pull the trigger and
She could pull the trigger and
Til' it gets too hot to breathe
I don't wanna hurt no one
What else am I supposed to do
She quick on the trigger and
She quick on the trigger and
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