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That little cupid, he's a real sharp shooter |
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I don't believe he's got an arrow and bow |
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People all think he just couldn't be cuter |
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But I saw him down at the gun show |
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He appeared to be about two years of age |
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A really freaky thing to see |
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He was bragging about his sawed-off six gauge |
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Hidden right up his tattered sleeve |
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I asked him if the gun had a sight |
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How can you hit your mark that way |
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Little cupid, he just laughed outright |
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He said I don't take aim I just bang bang bang |
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I don't take aim I just bang bang bang |
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He fired off a few hot rounds |
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Right into the sorry crowd |
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No blood, no gore, no one hit the ground |
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They all just fell in love |
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With whoever they happened to be around |
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It's funny, till it happens to you |
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But be sure you stay well out of his way |
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Love is careless, random and cruel |
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He don't take aim he just --- |
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He don't take aim he just bang bang bang |
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He don't take aim he just bang bang bang |
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He don't take aim he just bang. Bang. Bang |
