| The Man with the Gun |
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| He was big, he was blond |
| There was fear in his eyes — aha |
| And I said to myself |
| Save this man, he is nice — aha |
| So I kissed him |
| After he had gone next morning |
| But he had to |
| He was on the run |
| Why do I love a man with a gun |
| I don’t like a man with a gun |
| Oh-oh-oh, a man with a gun |
| He was caught and in jail |
| There were tears in his eyes — aha |
| And I kised them away |
| Though he said: «It's unwise" — aha |
| But he’s waiting |
| And I’m waiting |
| Till he’s coming home forever |
| Where he never |
| Will be on the run |
