Fully Loaded
February 15, 2007
Girl you’re fully loaded
And you’re pointed at me
Pull the trigger, swear I won’t mind
If your face is the last thing I see
I bet you didn’t know
That your cuteness could kill
That your marks are for beauty
And I’m sweet on you still
Girl you’re half loaded
Cause I took half of your shots
Can’t say you didn’t warn me
I wouldn’t tell you to stop
I bet you can’t tell
That I’m not in love with you
That I’ll always be there
And you’re only one of a few
Girl now you’re all empty
And you’re out looking for more
I know I’ve lost our little game
Don’t need to look at the score
I bet you won’t say
That it’s your fire I lit
That I’m the one in the photo
And that in your pocket it sits