Your Boyfriend's Gun

I feel so young
For crying out for you
Wailing with my limbs stretched out
When your beauty shattered
I held the pieces up to light
On me, they casted ugly shadows

And you think he's playing
And it's all in fun
As I'm staring down the barrel
Of your boyfriend's gun
And you think he's playing
And it's all in fun
As I'm staring down the barrel
Of your boyfriend's gun

Your eyes are tired
From looking out for me
Two plums swell until they're shut
When you dropped me at his place
I felt my blood rush to my face
He asked if I'd been wearing your blush

And you think he's playing
And it's all in fun
As I'm staring down the barrel
Of your boyfriend's gun
And you think he's playing
And it's all in fun
As I'm staring down the barrel
Of your boyfriend's gun

Mmm, mmm, mmm