| My mama warned me about boys like you
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| It’s the reason I wear these high heel boots, yeah
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| And let me give you a little piece of advice
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| My papa packs heat and he won’t think twice, yeah
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| Well, why do you think they call me Jessie James?
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| Too much trouble, better stay away
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| Grab your hat, better get gone
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| But if you stay you’ve been warned
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| I’m a bullet and I’m headed straight for your heart, yeah
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| Be careful what you start
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| I’m a bullet and I’m headed straight for your heart, yeah
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| It’s gonna leave a mark
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| Be careful what you wish for, you get what you see
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| Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?
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| I’m a bullet and I’m headed straight for your heart, yeah
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| Be careful what you start
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| Well, every now and then I make a man break a sweat
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| Watch him work overtime, earn my respect, yeah
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| 'Cause I’m the kind of girl that you wanna show off
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| I’ll tell 'em all your friends with a southern drawl, yeah
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| Well, why do you think they call me Jessie James?
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| Sweet as a peach, impossible to tame
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| Fingers on the trigger and you’ll be to blame
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| 'Cause if you stay
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| I’m a bullet and I’m headed straight for your heart, yeah
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| Be careful what you start
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| I’m a bullet and I’m headed straight for your heart, yeah
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| It’s gonna leave a mark
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| Be careful what you wish for, you get what you see
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| Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?
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| I’m a bullet and I’m headed straight for your heart, yeah
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| Be careful what you start
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| Yeah, I’ll ride where the wind wants to take me
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| Leavin' lovers in the dust, every city
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| 'Cause my heart was like a ghost town, baby
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| And now I met a man that brings me
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| My mama warned me about boys like you
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| It’s the reason I wear these high heel boots
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| I’m a bullet and I’m headed straight for your heart, yeah
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| Be careful what you start
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| I’m a bullet and I’m headed straight for your heart, yeah
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| It’s gonna leave a mark
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| I’m a bullet baby, a bullet baby, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’m a bullet baby, a bullet baby, yeah
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| I’m a bullet and I’m headed straight for your heart, yeah
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| Be careful what you start |