Bulleit
Ain't nothin' that a bullet won't fix
Straight shooter or a .22
Ain't nothing like gettin' over you
My aim is right on the money
I ain't your honey
No need to ask the reasons why
When I saw you touchin' her
It made my mind ablur
You'll never get to look at me again
Well, I sat there by the fire
And I shot at your front tires
That poor ol' Ford will never look the same
Ain't nothing that a bullet won't fix
Straight shooter or a .22
Ain't nothing like gettin' over you
My aim is right on the money
I ain't your honey
No need to ask the reasons why
So I found myself a guy
He poured me a Bulleit Rye
He never even asked me for my name
So I told him it was Lulu
Hey girl, whatcha gonna do?
Right or wrong it's still the same
Ain't nothin' that a bullet won't fix
Straight shooter or a .22
Ain't nothin' like getting over you
My aim is right on the money
I ain't your honey
No need to ask the reasons why
We all know that type of guy
They start out sweet as pie
They'll never ever be the one to blame
Well, I'm a teach 'em all a lesson
They'll start confessin'
Relationships a joke when you started blowin' smoke
Gonna make you go broke Ha!
No need to ask the reasons why
Ain't nothin' that a bullet won't fix
Ain't nothin' that a bullet won't fix
Ain't nothin' that a bullet won't fix
Ain't nothin' that a bullet won't fix
Ain't nothin' that a bullet won't fix
Ain't nothin' that a bullet won't fix
Straight shooter or a .22
Ain't nothing like gettin' over you
My aim is right on the money
I ain't your honey
No need to ask the reasons why
When I saw you touchin' her
It made my mind ablur
You'll never get to look at me again
Well, I sat there by the fire
And I shot at your front tires
That poor ol' Ford will never look the same
Ain't nothing that a bullet won't fix
Straight shooter or a .22
Ain't nothing like gettin' over you
My aim is right on the money
I ain't your honey
No need to ask the reasons why
So I found myself a guy
He poured me a Bulleit Rye
He never even asked me for my name
So I told him it was Lulu
Hey girl, whatcha gonna do?
Right or wrong it's still the same
Ain't nothin' that a bullet won't fix
Straight shooter or a .22
Ain't nothin' like getting over you
My aim is right on the money
I ain't your honey
No need to ask the reasons why
We all know that type of guy
They start out sweet as pie
They'll never ever be the one to blame
Well, I'm a teach 'em all a lesson
They'll start confessin'
Relationships a joke when you started blowin' smoke
Gonna make you go broke Ha!
No need to ask the reasons why
Ain't nothin' that a bullet won't fix
Ain't nothin' that a bullet won't fix
Ain't nothin' that a bullet won't fix
Ain't nothin' that a bullet won't fix
Ain't nothin' that a bullet won't fix
Ain't nothin' that a bullet won't fix
Credits
Writer(s): Samantha Pellerin
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