Smoking Gun

Ben Saunders

Composición de: Michael Wastman/Scott Krippayne
You shot me through the heart, yeah
With your smoking gun
Never saw you coming
And i was on the run

I never heard a sound
'till i hit the ground
You shot me through the heart
With your smoking gun

Never ever thought about settling down
Had too much fun, tearing up the town
I had the fastest gun in the west
'till you put it to the test

You shot me through the heart, yeah
With your smoking gun
Never saw you coming
And i was on the run

I never heard a sound
'till i hit the ground
You shot me through the heart
With your smoking gun

She's so fine, i'd quit my player ways
All this lying has become a prayer
Calling me sweetly, give your tenderness
So i can lay my guns to rest

You shot me through the heart, yeah
With your smoking gun
Never saw you coming
And i was on the run

I never heard a sound
'till i hit the ground
You shot me through the heart
With your smoking gun, yeah

(shot me with your smoking gun)
I never thougt about it, baby
(shot me with your smoking gun)
But you're only what i need, yeah, yeah
(shot me with your smoking gun)
You'll be my baby
(shot me with your smoking gun)
All that i need
(shot me with your smoking gun)
(shot me with your smoking gun)
(shot me with your smoking gun)
(shot me with your smoking gun)
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