Whoa, for Heaven's sake I see right through you
(I'm dying just to wrap these strings around your neck)
You don't remember anything
Well blame it all on bottoms up
Just like a thief you stole the best of me
I love the way you say
I'll show you a side of me you've never seen before
You're the gun and I can be your bullet you bite down on
You're the gun and I can be your bullet you bite down on
(Are your strings tied tight for proper movement?)
Whoa, I've got secrets too
'Cause I don't want to miss the look on your face
When I drive away
We were as thick as thieves
Publishers: SEARCH THE CITY PUBLISHING, THIRSTY MOON RIVER PUBLISHING
Whoa, for Heaven's sake I see right through you
Marionette
Whoa, for Heaven's sake I see right through you
Take your best shot 'cause you only get one
Songwriters: James William Czech, Joshua Robert Frost, Adam Mcmillion, Alexander Joseph Sheldon
Whoa, for Heaven's sake I see right through you
But sharp just doesn't cut it anymore
This was just a chance you had to take
This will be the last time you cross mine
White lies and what lies in between
You know you're sharp
Take your best shot 'cause you only get one
Whoa, I've got secrets too
Take your best shot 'cause you only get one
So let me get this story straight
Whoa, I've got secrets too
You're the gun and I can be your bullet you bite down on
You're the gun and I can be your bullet you bite down on
But I'll stitch my eyes wide open
Whoa, I've got secrets too
Did I even cross your mind?
Take your best shot 'cause you only get one
Take a deep, deep breath
And all the boys that kept filling your cup