I've had trouble with the likes of you, straight from the womb,
One foot in love, and one foot in a tomb,
My girl, my girl, what have you done?
You're just a heart-throbbing,
Just a grave-robbing,
Just another bullet in daddy's gun.
I've had a burning little urge for you right from the start,
When I stole a glance, you stole my heart,
My girl, my girl, are you the one?
You're just a heart-breaking,
Just a soul-taking,
Just another bullet in daddy's gun.
