Too many get their guns ready,
When they get in heat.
Just too many get their guns ready,
When they get in the heat.
Too many get their guns ready,
When they get in heat.
Just too many get their guns ready,
When they get in the heat.
And a slow compassioned passion,
Flows all over the place.
Begins to,
Flows all over the place.
Begins to,
Flows all over the place.
Just too many get their guns ready,
When they get in heat.
Just,
Too...
Many get their guns ready,
When they get in the heat.
Just,
Too...
Many get their guns ready,
When they get in heat.
Too many get their guns ready,
When they get in heat.
Just too many get their guns ready,
When they get in heat.
And...
When heat like this is felt and seen,
That passion flows all over...
The place.
That passion flows all over...
The place.
Just too many get their guns ready,
When they get in heat.
Just too many get their guns ready,
When they get in heat.
Just just too many get their guns ready,
When they get in heat.
Just too many get their guns ready,
When they get in heat.
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