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Was a fast tough woman loved to play the clown
You won’t do nothin’ about it
Break a good boy’s resistance down
Know she’s got a pistol
Laid it down on me
She said shoot, shoot, shoot it boy
You gotta shoot it for me
Convinced me that she was worth it
Never knew I was her kill
And two 45’s would do the trick and pay the bills
*know she’s got a pistol
Laid it down on me
And she said shoot, shoot, shoot it boy
You gotta shoot it for me
** I’ve really got to get a fast ride out of here
Gotta get a fast ride out of here
Gotta get a fast ride out of here
Gotta get a fast ride out of here now
--solo--
Holding out in my hotel room police they finally come
Had her as the prosecution, and my prints upon the gun
* repeat
** repeat
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