Baby, You're a Gun

When they look at you, they see a lover
 Tongue of fire, dark velvet hands
 Existing for their pleasure, waiting their command
 
 When they look at you, they see a mother
 Soft as feathers, warming the nest
 All your children rising up to call you blessed
 Oh, baby you're a gun
 They better run, they better run
 Bang, a bullet to the brain
 Before the pain, the damage done
 Baby, you're a gun
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 When they look at you, they see a lady
 China teacup, pour yourself out
 Graciously accepting only what's allowed
 
 When they look at you, they see a daughter
 
 Kneeling bedside, head downed in prayer
 The beautiful, devoted, dutiful, and fair
 Oh, baby you're a gun
 They better run, they better run and hide
 Bang, a bullet to the brain
 Before the pain, the damage done
 Baby, you're a gun
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 Oh, baby you're a gun
 They better run, they better run and hide
 Bang, a bullet to the brain
 Before the pain, the damage done
 Baby, you're a gun