Pistol whipping momma, you sure look good to me Pistol whipping momma, tell me how it's possible, Possible you fail to see? I'm always trying to be a good boy, I never wanna let you down but the more I try, The more it seems I keep looking like some kind of clown
Pistol whipping momma, it's time to put your guns away Pistol whipping momma, tell me why it is, How come you have to act this way What's the point of being a good girl, When good girls don't appeal to me And what's the point of being a good boy, When good boys just ain't your scene
So the rain keeps falling down on me Why does it have to be, it's a mystery And the sun never shines on you and me Why does it have to be, it's a mystery
Ooh, you can do a lot worse than keeping your knickers clean Why don't you check out your back yard baby? I think you know what, what I mean
So let the rain keep pouring down on you and me That's the way it's meant to be It's no mystery
And if the sun never shines on you and me Then that's the way it's meant to be It's no mystery to meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
