Sleepy town, the magic came in '95. Give me a little sugar dear, he's talking with his bloodshot eyes. Breaking the gaze she thought she knew, a toy cap gun on the floor. Seeing that silver barrel gleaming bright against the green shag carpet floor. Picking it up and spinning around, though a hollow threat, she knew. But the boy just cracked a smile. He was pushing through. Where the pop should have been was the biggest baddest boom.
Bang bang, in the neon lights She's feeling hot and heavy when the hammer strikes With the looks to kill, and a steady hand Pistoletta heeds no man
Bang bang, they hit the light But she's a quick draw kitty on the prowl tonight From the sleezy clubs to the promenade Pistoletta comes out to play
Fled the scene. The girl had fire in her eyes. She's running past the county line. She commandeered her boyfriend's motorbike. The mountain trees were creeping in under the lone fluorescent light.. A hulking man approaching her from out his cab with a dead look in his eyes. His wicked hands around her neck but she felt both sure and true. Her little brother's daisy gun had followed too. Where the pop should have been was the biggest baddest boom.
Bang bang, in the neon lights She's feeling hot and heavy when the hammer strikes With the looks to kill, and a steady hand Pistoletta heeds no man
Bang bang, they hit the light But she's a quick draw kitty on the prowl tonight From the sleezy clubs to the promenade Pistoletta comes out to play