| Here she comes with a gun in her hand
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| A look in her eyes, says you don’t understand
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| And the moon is full, what are you gonna do
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| A gun in her hand makes her feel like a man
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| Ohh
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| Her man is a monkey we’ve all agreed
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| This woman’s a saint, or at least she’s a queen
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| But if you mess with this angel, the harpy arrives
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| Talon and wings and a cute 45
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| He’s only human, only male
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| Bound to stray, bound to betrayal
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| The moon is rising, it’s a physical thing
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| Nothing can hold him, not even a ring
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| She’s only human, only female
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| Bound to victim, bound to betrayal
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| The moon is rising, it’s a physical thing
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| She’s only acting on the rite of spring
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| Here she comes with a gun in her hand
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| A look in her eyes says she don’t understand
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| And the womb is full what are you gonna do
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| A gun in her hand makes her feel like a man
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| Ohhh
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| Ohhh
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| Ohhh
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| Ohhh
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| Ohhh |