With a trigger of a handgun
I'll put a bullet in your dumb head
Smells of a little hot sun But she really is a fat one Well I must admit I was a little scared And it was bang bang bang
Lying on this big girls floor Pistols on her swollen bed Pointing at my aching head
There was a singer in the windows And a humming in my poor head, She was smoking in the corner And said I'll hold you, don't you feel dead
Well I must admit I was a little scared
Lying on this big girls floor Pistols on her swollen bed Pointing at my aching head
Chase me half way down the street Shooting' at my aching feet