Mickie James

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 you see
My heart is bulletproof

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

You won't hear those angels 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 Holly 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 you 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 music grows.

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

Would you like a little cream in your coffee?
Or tell me, do you take your coffee black?
Would you want me knocking on your front door?
Or would you 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 you on!

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

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

Whatever! Whatever!
I'm...