Mickie

Bang, bang, bang!
Bang, bang!

Your fingers on the trigger
Your eyes on the prize
Your sign says bring your backwards cap
Can't hide that dirty mind

You're scoping me
You're throwing me
Right in your line of fire

Your empties on the table
Your ego fills the bar
Another round might take me down
You're close but no cigar

You're playing me, relentlessly
Pushing it up to the wire

Can't আপনি see
My হৃদয় is bulletproof

You're shooting blanks
There's no boom to your bang
Shooting blanks!

You won't hear those দেবদূত sing
Your Casanova cowboy game is on
And those lines you're shelling ain't real bullets cause

You're shooting...

Sexy young thing they call The Boss.
Poor girl চিরশ্যামল গুল্মবিশেষ with the dual exhaust.

Chick can burn a rubber for half a block.
That ain't a quarter mile I ever logged.

Look at me! (look at me!)
I wanna be James Dean.

I'll be standing on the peddle.
Pushing it to the metal.
Listening to the devil.

Hold my shoulder.
I don't know where I'm heading.
But I bet আপনি I don't come in last.
If I'm going, I'm going fast.

93 got my first guitar.
Daddy knew the back door to every bar.
Well I learned my lesson way back then.
Break the rules I can't bend.

My soul shows! (my soul shows!)
Where সঙ্গীত grows.

I'll be standing on the peddle....

Would আপনি like a little cream in your coffee?
Or tell me, do আপনি take your coffee black?
Would আপনি want me knocking on your front door?
Or would আপনি rather meet me round in back?

We could go out to the symphony.
Or just stay home, with the rock and roll in stones.

Whatever! Whatever!
I'm ready to do whatever turns আপনি on!

We could take a little drive out in the country.
Go round the world in just one afternoon.
We could make a little দোল দ্বারা the drive in.
Where I could feed আপনি ice cream with a spoon.

We could spend a দিন making memories.
Or half the night just talking on the phone.

Whatever! Whatever!
I'm...

Why is that man taking up my time
Breaking me down cause he's beggin' for a dime
Why don't he get a job


Why is that girl holdin' up the line
Don't she know I got somewhere to be
Got a busy life
Why don't she hurry up


Sometimes it feels like they're all against me
Standing in my way


What if these strangers are telling me something
Oh I gotta slow up I'm always in a rush
What if the strangers are really my lessons
And the little I have is gonna be enough
Maybe I should be thankful
And stop being so ungrateful
For all of these strangers
'Cause what if they're angels
What if they're দেবদূত from above...