Little Girls and Gunmen
As if to meet a girl
With ringing ears
And silly fears
Of becoming a real woman
I knew in the beginning
I'd lose my fear
Forget the tears
And think not of my ending
To shoot a pistol
With grips of pearl
And dreams of becoming the outlaw
You'd snatch the pistol from its holster
Like an eagles claw
And they'd say,"There goes the gunman"
To look at all my night dreams
While lying in sheets white
I'd wonder why our best dreams
Only come at night
And how all of the worst things
Never come to light...
With ringing ears
And silly fears
Of becoming a real woman
I knew in the beginning
I'd lose my fear
Forget the tears
And think not of my ending
To shoot a pistol
With grips of pearl
And dreams of becoming the outlaw
You'd snatch the pistol from its holster
Like an eagles claw
And they'd say,"There goes the gunman"
To look at all my night dreams
While lying in sheets white
I'd wonder why our best dreams
Only come at night
And how all of the worst things
Never come to light...
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