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In dead of night he sneaked around.
He thought he was a player.
Two steps behind without a sound,
she followed her betrayer.

And this is not a bb gun.
She's gonna curtail all his fun!

While he was using girls for sport,
she formed a little plan.
His foolish games she soon would thwart.
Cos' he's a married man!

And this is not a bb gun.
She's gonna curtail all his fun!

She's been out to the firing range.
Her aim is tried and true.
While he's out getting him some strange,
she's thinking it all through.

And this is not a bb gun.
She's gonna curtail all his fun!

So now the time has come to act.
He's in a motel lot.
She's mad as Hades,that's a fact.
She'll give him all she's got!

And this is not a bb gun.
She's gonna curtail all his fun!

Calls out his name,he spins around.
With shock he stands and waits.
She's aiming low without a sound,
as his ego she deflates!

And this is not a bb gun.
She finally curtailed all his fun!

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