Girls with Guns by Ode to Entropy
23Without a doubt the silliest song I've ever written.
Verse 1:
Looking down her barrel
Can't break line of sight
Close quarters combat
With a mind of spite
Break her heart
Its arteries like tight rope
Bind you in close
In the middle of her scope
Become the test range
For her long range missiles
Her friends rogue nations
No respect for conventions
Their bodies pure fusion
With no easy defusion
A woman with a weapon
High art waiting to happen
Bridge:
Miniskirts and miniguns
Beauty, beast and bombingruns
Lingerie and littleboys
Tats depicting all her toys
Corsets, colts and carriers
The hostess and h er howitzers
Intellect, ICBMs
Flamethrowers for all her friends
Chorus:
Girls with guns
Clusterbombs of cuties
Taking you down
With their heatseeking beauty
Girls with guns
Thigh high leather loadout
Bring destruction to ya
In a heartbreaking shootout
Girls with guns
Femme fatale of your dreams
Come to real life
To bring you to your knees
Girls with guns
Girls with guns
Girls with guns
Guns & Guns
Verse 2:
Satisfaction is attained
When all peace has been detained
She only goes ballistic
For the biggest boomstick
Her favorite fantasy
Involes complete mastery
And domination of
The world's artillery
Some say she's ambitious
But she just want amphibious
Warfare
Some say she's maniacal
But she just wants galactical
Warfare