I know you sat alone so many nights waiting for me

Cold, your face like a stone, I hang up the phone when we disagree

Standing there by my side when the fighting is done

Glaring at me in the light is my little toy gun

Shiny & black like shoes on a rack with a trigger that's dressed up in gold

It's always warm inside my home but it's handle is always so cold

Whispering into my ear, all the lies you spun

My single greatest fear is my little toy gun

Wait for the day when I can save face [bad word] to a happy home

I know it's turning me to the count of girl who'd rather be alone

Just wait til I get my way -- I promise you it won't be fun

If you feel like you should pray, pray for my little toy gun