Penance for his sin, he locked it in for just a little while Lubricating creams, sanitaries would only cramp his style It's a dirty job but shooting guns just makes you horny Wants to spill his seed on guaranteed, service with a smile.
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Pitter patter of the eyelid on the first roll of the dice Feel the atmosphere, it's gently laced with nicotine and spice It's a long walk home, the entrance of the night is scary Only trouble is, he never learned to shoot the same gun twice
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Every job he saves the girl Martini, mobile phone Bastards getting in his way They're all pushing daisies All you need to make a movie is a gun and a girl