Shoot me with a thrill that I might never feel again
Kill me with a look that you could never take with him
I'm calling you calling you
Hanging from the ceiling fan
You poison me poison me
I could never breathe again
Shoot me with a thrill
I got six shooter with a bullet bill
Get your name tatted on me if you will
I know you'll have me f*cking running for the hills
F*cking running for the hills
She's riding for her life she'll call me when it's night again
I swear to god I'm right she loves when my chains hanging in
Her face only despite the feeling that she'll fleet again
The feeling that she'll fleet again
I'm calling you calling you
You poison me poison me
I will never breathe again
Shoot me with a thrill that I might never feel again
Kill me with a look that you could never take with him
I'm calling you calling you
Hanging from the ceiling fan
You poison me poison me
I could never breathe again