Guns
She's like the city at night
With all the bright lights
But deep down there's something inside
That keeps her up and alive
She doesn't know what I like
That bottle is one place you could hide
She says:
"I'm gonna buy a gun,
I'm sick of looking dumb
I'll wear it out in the streets
and all the boys that I meet
will think differently of me"
She shows up at night
With a hand full of wine
I'm tired, but I'll let her in
We drink on my bed
We talk about shit
She slowly rests her head on me
She says:
"I'm gonna buy a gun,
I'm sick of looking dumb
I'll wear it out in the streets
and all the boys that I meet
will think differently of me"
She says:
"I'm gonna buy a gun,
I'm sick of looking dumb
I'll wear it out in the streets
and all the boys that I meet
will think differently of me"
She says:
"I'm gonna buy a gun,
I'm sick of looking dumb
I'll wear it out in the streets
and all the boys that I meet
will think differently of me"
