If Love Was A Gun
That bitch has got a hit list
Yeah, she's a bullet with a name
Spinning around in her chamber, baby
She's ready to ricochet (ricochet)
She's got a jet-black heart
Vendetta running through her veins
Scratching the itch in her trigger finger
She's playing a deadly game (deadly game)
And I am, I am
I'm the bullseye, baby
I'm the bullseye
I'm the bullseye, baby
If love was a gun (bang, bang)
Then, baby, you'd be the bullet (you'd be the bullet)
And if you're com-com-coming for blood
Then come on, cock it and pull it (cock it and pull it)
I said, if love was a gun (bang, bang)
Then, baby, you'd be the bullet (you'd be the bullet)
And if you're com-com-coming for blood
Then come on, cock it and pull it (cock it and pull it)
Her kiss is like a death wish
She's out for blood and I'm the prey
Spinning around in her web now, baby
She's dying to dig my grave
Here comes the click, click, bang (bang)
She's loaded up and taking aim
The taste of her poison lips didn't leave
Was caught up and there's no escape
And I am, I am
I'm the bullseye, baby
I'm the bullseye
I'm the bullseye, baby
If love was a gun (bang, bang)
Then, baby, you'd be the bullet (you'd be the bullet)
And if you're com-com-coming for blood
Then come on, cock it and pull it (cock it and pull it)
I said, if love was a gun (bang, bang)
Then, baby, you'd be the bullet (you'd be the bullet)
And if you're com-com-coming for blood
Then come on, cock it and pull it (cock it and pull it)
(Bang, bang, bang)
I'm the bullseye, baby
I'm the bullseye
I'm the bullseye, baby
I'm a bullseye
I'm the bullseye, baby
I'm the bullseye
I'm the bullseye, baby
If love was a gun (bang, bang)
Then, baby, you'd be the bullet (you'd be the bullet)
And if you're com-com-coming for blood
Then come on, cock it and pull it (cock it and pull it)
I said, if love was a gun (bang, bang)
Then, baby, you'd be the bullet (you'd be the bullet)
And if you're com-com-coming for blood
Then come on, cock it and pull it (cock it and pull it)
(Bang, bang, bang)
Yeah, she's a bullet with a name
Spinning around in her chamber, baby
She's ready to ricochet (ricochet)
She's got a jet-black heart
Vendetta running through her veins
Scratching the itch in her trigger finger
She's playing a deadly game (deadly game)
And I am, I am
I'm the bullseye, baby
I'm the bullseye
I'm the bullseye, baby
If love was a gun (bang, bang)
Then, baby, you'd be the bullet (you'd be the bullet)
And if you're com-com-coming for blood
Then come on, cock it and pull it (cock it and pull it)
I said, if love was a gun (bang, bang)
Then, baby, you'd be the bullet (you'd be the bullet)
And if you're com-com-coming for blood
Then come on, cock it and pull it (cock it and pull it)
Her kiss is like a death wish
She's out for blood and I'm the prey
Spinning around in her web now, baby
She's dying to dig my grave
Here comes the click, click, bang (bang)
She's loaded up and taking aim
The taste of her poison lips didn't leave
Was caught up and there's no escape
And I am, I am
I'm the bullseye, baby
I'm the bullseye
I'm the bullseye, baby
If love was a gun (bang, bang)
Then, baby, you'd be the bullet (you'd be the bullet)
And if you're com-com-coming for blood
Then come on, cock it and pull it (cock it and pull it)
I said, if love was a gun (bang, bang)
Then, baby, you'd be the bullet (you'd be the bullet)
And if you're com-com-coming for blood
Then come on, cock it and pull it (cock it and pull it)
(Bang, bang, bang)
I'm the bullseye, baby
I'm the bullseye
I'm the bullseye, baby
I'm a bullseye
I'm the bullseye, baby
I'm the bullseye
I'm the bullseye, baby
If love was a gun (bang, bang)
Then, baby, you'd be the bullet (you'd be the bullet)
And if you're com-com-coming for blood
Then come on, cock it and pull it (cock it and pull it)
I said, if love was a gun (bang, bang)
Then, baby, you'd be the bullet (you'd be the bullet)
And if you're com-com-coming for blood
Then come on, cock it and pull it (cock it and pull it)
(Bang, bang, bang)
Credits
Writer(s): John August Pregler, Bernard James Ii Perry, Andrew Jacob Kroetsch, Jason Hatmaker, Dennis John Patterson, Oscar James Pegorraro, Matthew John Shea
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