Bang, bang, bang!
Bang, bang!
Your fingers on the trigger
Your eyes on the prize
Your sign says bring your backwards cap
Can't hide that dirty mind
You're scoping me
You're throwing me
Right in your line of fire
Your empties on the table
Your ego fills the bar
Another round might take me down
You're close but no cigar
You're playing me, relentlessly
Pushing it up to the wire
Can't tu see
My corazón is bulletproof
You're shooting blanks
There's no boom to your bang
Shooting blanks!
You won't hear those ángeles sing
Your Casanova cowboy game is on
And those lines you're shelling ain't real bullets cause
You're shooting...
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