Now, Josephine, she was a loner; her fortress of incredible lies. Her problems are now your problems, a hired gun until the day she died. She said, "Don't play with guns, don't play with guns. Don't play with guns, don't play with guns."
Now, Angie, she was a demon. She had six arms and Lucifer eyes. She always had this glow, it always made me float. Don't play with guns, don't play with guns. She said, "Don't play with guns, don't play with guns."
Ladies promised love and all things golden. For my love, she said, "Please be kind and load my gun. Please be brave and kill for fun."
Don't play with guns, don't play with guns. She said, "Don't play with guns, don't play with guns."
It's hard, hard to give you a gun, hard to make you believe that you are correct in, taking another, life of another.
Don't play with guns, don't play with guns don't play with. . .
She lays down with her revolver. She's so cold, my heart evolves her. Don't play with guns, don't play with guns. She said, "Don't play with guns, don't play with guns."