Your lipstick, his collar... Don't bother, Angel,
I know exactly what goes on.

When everything you'll get is everything that you've wanted,
Well, which would you prefer my finger on the trigger, or
Me face down, down across your floor, down across your floor,
Me face down, down across your floor,
Just so long as this thing's loaded.

And will you tell all your friends you've got your gun to my head,
This all was only wishful thinkin', x2
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Let's go!

Don't bother trying to explain, Angel,
I know exactly what goes on when you're on and
How about I'm outside of your window, x2
Watchin' him keep the details covered,
You're such a sucker for a sweet talker.

And will you tell all your friends you've got your gun to my head,
This all was only wishful thinkin'. x2
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