Your Boyfriend's Gun
Ellen Kempner
I feel so young
For crying out for you
A limb with my limbs
Stretched out
When your beauty shattered
I held the pieces up to light
On me they cast ugly shadows
And you think he's playin'
And it's all in fun
As I'm staring down the barrel
Of your boyfriend's gun
And you think he's playin'
And it's all in fun
As I'm staring down the barrel
Of your boyfriend's gun
Your eyes are tired
From looking out for me
Two plums swell until they're shut
When you dropped me at his place
I felt my blood rush to my face
He asked if I'd been wearing your blush
And you think he's playin'
And it's all in fun
As I'm staring down the barrel
Of your boyfriend's gun
And you think he's playin'
And it's all in fun
As I'm staring down the barrel
Of your boyfriend's gun
Mmm, mmm, mmm
