| We’ve been dancing around this feeling
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| Tip tiptoeing around that word
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| It’s so easy to say but God dammit
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| Nobody wanna say it first
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| Nobody wanna say it first
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| How high is the moon tonight
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| It ain’t too high to shoot
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| You can take it or leave it or hit the ground running
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| Right here on the end of my boot
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| Love is loaded and so is my gun, filled right to the hilt
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| So take a chance now mama, horizontal or standing, gonna shake you 'til I make
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| you tilt
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| Shake you 'til I make you tilt
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| Don’t you think it’s time
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| I know what’s on your mind
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| Way down south we can get a little liquor
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| Way down south where the air gets thicker
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| Come on baby now
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| Here’s the kicker
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| Bite that bullet, pull it Pull the trigger
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| Cock the hammer and hammer the lock
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| You’re looking pretty cute
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| In your little white frock with your
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| All night boots ridin' up your thighs
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| What you got in your clip
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| Can only fantasise
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| Spin that chamber and fire
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| An' hope to fuck I get out alive
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| Don’t you think it’s time
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| You know what’s on my mind
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| Can’t hold on now, the moon’s gettin' bigger
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| Down that rye, suck on that jigger
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| Eye to eye, together I figure
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| Gonna bite that bullet, come on pull it, pull it
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| Pull the trigger |