Please shoot me with your Love Gun
Please shoot me I am done
Done
Please shoot me with your Love Gun
Please shoot me I am done
Done
Done
Please shoot me with your Love Gun
Please shoot me I am done
What happens to our brain when we go to sleep
What happens to our emotions when we accept defeat
What happens to our imagination when we're sitting in the sand
What happens when we can't even find a plan
Wait I thought I was the man
I can't cool down I need to find a fan
Wait I can't even find one
I don't even think I'm one
What have I done
Can't back out at this point
So I better go ahead and make some
Put out my best songs then they go and rate them
But I don't even think I want to face them
When is this day done
Please shoot me with your Love Gun
Please shoot me I am done
Done
Please shoot me with your Love Gun
With your Love Gun
Please shoot me I am done
Done
Done
Please shoot me with your Love Gun
With your Love Gun
Please shoot me I am done
Done
Done