Bullet - Elliott Murphy
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Verse:
I was the bullet and you were the gun
Standing on main street with a showdown âbout to come
Streets were deserted everybody already left town
Too late I realized I was the fool who stuck around
Chorus:
Good night my own true love
Send out your sweat prayers above
Verse:
I was the one and we were the two
I was completely worn out but still we werenât through
The ghost of the good times She kept hanging around
And donât you look so good in your torn wedding gown
Chorus:
Good night my own true love
Send out your sweat prayers above
Verse:
I was the wounded and you were the nurse
I lay down on your couch man that was a first
I forgot nearly everything except how to tell you time
And donât you look so good when Iâm coming up from behind
Chorus:
Good night my own true love
Send out your sweat prayers above
Verse:
If I pick up my guitar, you are the pick
When I finish my ice cream bar youâre the little wooden stick
If I was fire Iâd be cold without the touch of your match
If I was the number twenty-two well then youâd be the catch
No need to look outta my window âcause youâre always the view
I can buy a bottle of oxygen but I canât get a deep breath of you
When Iâm lost in my memory⦠you turn up in my dreams
I was alone in the ocean when you float by on a warm gulf stream
Now if I was the sky youâd be the blue
Or the green of the billiard table but Iâm definitely still the cue
When I watch my TV youâre the only thing thatâs ever on
Go for a ride on my yellow tractor and youâre the one crop growing on my farm
When I screw in a light bulb, you are the lamp
And when I zip up my sleeping bag youâre those scary noises outside my camp
If I was the mistery youâd be the clue
If I was size 10D, youâd be the shoe
