Love on the Run
Fatally wounded now I gots me some heart trouble.You've gone and done it now.
You've got yourself in a heap of trouble too.
Who do you think you are?
Comin'in here and shootin' up the place?
Huh? Excuse me, What did you say?
This is my heart not your shootin' range.
Totin' that gun like a gangsta' wanna be.
Some outlaw thinkin' he's got love on the run.
Shootin' up hearts for fun.
Come a little closer sucker cuz guess what?
Thats right. See what I got?
Yeah, I got one too and it's just for you.
Now we can have a showdown for sure.
Shoot me a low down fo' sho'.
Yeah, I had a little practice before you.
And ur slimy kind ain't welcome round these parts.
A dirty snake like you is gonna get his due.
Your wanted more dead than alive.
So on that high horse you better git before that sun sets.
Cuz once that sun sets yours will too. And more than a regret you will have.
So how do ya like me now? Will that be one bullet or two?
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