My love's a revolver. My love's a revolver. . Oops, I guess I shot ya, my finger's on the trigger. I had a bullet with your name on it, click-click. I'm a sex pistol, my love should be illegal.
You're stuck on repeat, repeat-peat, repeat. You're stuck on repeat, repeat-peat, repeat. . I can see your mouth move. But I don't hear the words. And while you dig yourself a hole.