Shoot To Thrill
Chris Leamy
Got a feeling in my bones something ain't right
You came in just like a storm on a clear night
Saw my life pass by
And in it you were my bride
Took my heart like a foot takes a landmine
Your black magic turning water into red wine
You look just like a gold mine
It only took me one bite
Oh, my, my, got me under your spell
You got the kind of love to take me straight to hell
Father, can you help me? She's got looks that kill
Bang bang and she don't say nothing
Shotgun, yeah, you shoot to thrill
Never saw the devil wearing 6 inch heels
Father, can you help me? She's got looks that kill
Bang bang and she don't say nothing
Lord, have mercy on my soul, I need my last rites
Need a witness, so they know it ain't no suicide
Tell me what to testify
A martyr for your sacrifice
Every man and every woman caught your voodoo
You an animal that hunts just like a zulu
Ring around the rosy
Your sickness got me holy
Oh, my, my, got me under your spell
You got the kind of love to take me straight to hell
Father, can you help me? She's got looks that kill
Bang bang and she don't say nothing
Shotgun, yeah, you shoot to thrill
Never saw the devil wearing 6 inch heels
Father, can you help me? She's got looks that kill
Bang bang and she don't say nothing
