1,2,3
Is what I say when we are alone and I look at you
Up and up
He says he lets me choose
1,2,3
Is how high you count
When you are getting out
My head is only in doubt
1,2,3
Is how many times it is done
on each
Until someone finds you with your gun
1,2,3
I think of the times we were together
I never felt ok but never to let that show
Always with a smile up for whatever
1,2,3
Insert, close, aim
3 beams of sweat trickle down my mane
Click, click, dead.[/right][/center]
