Baby, You're a Gun

When they look at you, they see a lover

Tongue of fire, dark velvet hands

Existing for their pleasure, waiting their command

When they look at you, they see a mother

Soft as feathers, warming the nest

All your children rising up to call you blessed

Oh, baby you're a gun

They better run, they better run

Bang, a bullet to the brain

Before the pain, the damage done

Baby, you're a gun

When they look at you, they see a lady

China teacup, pour yourself out

Graciously accepting only what's allowed

When they look at you, they see a daughter

Kneeling bedside, head downed in prayer

The beautiful, devoted, dutiful, and fair

Oh, baby you're a gun

They better run, they better run and hide

Bang, a bullet to the brain

Before the pain, the damage done

Baby, you're a gun

Oh, baby you're a gun

They better run, they better run and hide

Bang, a bullet to the brain

Before the pain, the damage done

Baby, you're a gun