Guns & Ammo

You've got files on me, little girl

I've got your number (I'm callin' in)

You've got files on me, little girl

I've got your number (I'm callin' in)

Skip to the end

Exhausted bodies in bed

Fallin' asleep with the lights on

Skip the "you don't understand"

Skip the "you're such a petty man"

Skip the way you'll never listen

You never listen

I've got files on you, little girl

You've got my number (Don't call, don't call it in)

Back to the start

You call the planet a star

Or something else of consequence

I can lose my wits so easily

And you're circlin' around

Baby won't you bring me down

You've got files on me, little girl

I've got your number (I'm callin' in, callin' it in)

You've got files on me, little girl

I've got your number (I'm callin' in, callin' it in)

We go round and round and round and round

We go round and round and around and round

We go around and around and around and around

We go around and around and around and around

You've got the files on me, don't you?

I'm not saying that you're wrong

You've got the files on me, don't you?

I'm not saying that you're wrong

You've got the files on me, don't you?

I can't say that you are wrong

You've got the files on me, don't you?

I can't say that you are wrong

You've got the files, you've got the files on me, don't you?

I can't say that you are wrong

You've got my number.