I got a good girl love to watch her red hair swirl.
She has many stories to tell, oh and always so well
When the fire gets in her eyes I know I'd better make me some time
So I paint her bullets, yes I paint her Bullets
She's grabs her gun as I begin to run
I look back as I grab my hat, hand in the drawer she grabs at least four.
Painted bullets rainbow colors stars and moons, smiley faces too
She takes a look cracks a grin then grabs some more as I pass through the door
Painted bullets hit the floor out the door I hear her yell don't you come back here no more
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