She was a ballerina on a subway train
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Stiletto heels and a candy cane
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Looked like a number on a station wall
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Hot on the tail of a social call
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I wet my lips, I thought I had it made
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Like Valentino with a hand grenade
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I made my move with my libido on
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She circled once and then she dropped the bomb
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She got the big guns
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Pointed at my heart
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Bang-bang, shooting like a firing squad
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Big guns, she blew me away
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And I went down in flames, ah
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I met a sidewalk preacher on a roller skate
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He said he had the key to heaven's gate
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Wait for the movie 'cause I been there before
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I know that rock is a battle, love is war
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She got the big guns
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Pointed at my heart
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Bang-bang, shooting like a firing squad
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Big guns, took me by surprise
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She got my lovin' reachin' for the sky
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She's got the big guns
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Pointed at my heart
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Bang-bang, shooting like a firing squad
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Big guns, she blew me away
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And I went down in flames
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I'm doing time as a back seat Romeo
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Play solitaire with my hands in the air
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Another night and no bullets to spare
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She got the big guns
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Pointed at my heart
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Bang-bang, shooting like a firing squad
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Big guns, she blew me away
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And I went down, down, down in flames
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Big guns (big guns)
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Like a real big guns (big guns)
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Yeah (big guns)
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Big guns
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She really, really got the big guns
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She shot me and I'm down in flames |