For a girl with a dress sewn of guns,
Flashing lights in the night are much fun
And to a boy flown in from such a cold state,
She looks of a Bonnie on the run
She's hazy and he's dazing in her tan skin,
He'll fire up, she'll go right up n kiss him
She's always got one more,
He's got his cell and a board
Tonight lets find a room to play house in