Red Hot Bullets
Red Hot Bullets
Hah... You must be joking baby
You really think I'd do that? Well, ok, maybe....
Give it here then, pass me the gun
I'm gonna fire it baby, have me some fun..........
Shoot them red hot bullets.........
Finger on the trigger, baby, shall I pull it?
Point it at the sky, watch the birds fly
Fire red hot bullets see them fly, in the sky....
Firing red hot bullets to the sky
Firing red hot bullets wondering why
Firing red hot bullets to the sky
Firing red hot bullets why oh why
Hah.... You seem to like that baby
You get your kicks from that? What you mean crazy....
Here you try, you have the gun
No don't aim it at me baby, that's really no fun......
Dodge them red hot bullets.........
Stay off that trigger baby, don't you pull it
Point it at the sky, watch the birds fly
Fire the red hot bullets at the sky, I don't want to die....
Firing red hot bullets to the sky
Firing red hot bullets wondering why
Firing red hot bullets to the sky
Firing red hot bullets why oh why
Need to shoot those red hot bullets tell me why
Have to shoot those red hot bullets to the sky
Firing bullets to the sky hear my cry tell me why
Firing to the sky 'cause I don't wanna die
Firing red hot bullets to the sky
Firing red hot bullets wondering why
Firing red hot bullets to the sky
Firing red hot bullets why oh why
Jane Shields (C)
Copyright © Jane Shields | Year Posted 2017
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