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Artiste:
Brantley Gilbert
Titre:
Smokin' Gun
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It's 2 AM and that cell phone's ringin' Yeah, sounds like you been sippin' on somethin' It was in the way I heard you say, hey baby Yeah, you 'bout as subtle as a freight train comin' And I know what's next You'll be knockin' on my door Standin' there in that dress What are you waitin' for Pull the trigger on a point blank kiss This close you better never miss Heart beatin' like a bullet into my chest Bitin' my lip and wreckin' my bed But Cinderella never sees the sun You'll be gone before mornin' comes Like to love, but you love to run You're too hot to hold Baby, you're a smokin' gun Yeah, you think you got it like Tony Montana Callin' these shots like the world is yours And you got me hooked, but let me turn them tables I ain't the only one comin back for more Little smile on your face You're beggin' me to play along So, if we're sayin' it's a game Then I'm guessin' this is game on Pull the trigger on a point blank kiss This close you better never miss Heart beatin' like a bullet into my chest Bitin' my lip and wreckin' my bed But Cinderella never sees the sun You'll be gone before mornin' comes Like to love, but you love to run You're too hot to hold Baby, you're a smokin' gun You're like a forty-four mag with one bullet in it It's a dangerous game, but I can't help but spin it Knowin' one day it's gonna end bad But it's too late, I got it cocked back Pull the trigger on a point blank kiss This close you better never miss Heart beatin' like a bullet into my chest Bitin' my lip and wreckin' my bed But Cinderella never sees the sun You'll be gone before mornin' comes Like to love, but you love to run You're too hot to hold Baby, you're a smokin' gun Yeah Pull the trigger