Son of a Gun

So let me get this story straight

This was just a chance you had to take

Did I even cross your mind?

This will be the last time you cross mine

We were as thick as thieves

Just like a thief you stole the best of me

White lies and what lies in between

Whoa, for Heaven's sake I see right through you

Whoa, I've got secrets too

You're the gun and I can be your bullet you bite down on

Take your best shot 'cause you only get one

Marionette

(Are your strings tied tight for proper movement?)

Take a deep, deep breath

(I'm dying just to wrap these strings around your neck)

But I'll stitch my eyes wide open

'Cause I don't want to miss the look on your face

When I drive away

You know you're sharp

But sharp just doesn't cut it anymore

I'll show you a side of me you've never seen before

Whoa, for Heaven's sake I see right through you

Whoa, I've got secrets too

You're the gun and I can be your bullet you bite down on

Take your best shot 'cause you only get one

Well blame it all on bottoms up

And all the boys that kept filling your cup

I love the way you say

You don't remember anything

Whoa, for Heaven's sake I see right through you

Whoa, I've got secrets too

You're the gun and I can be your bullet you bite down on

Take your best shot 'cause you only get one

Whoa, for Heaven's sake I see right through you

Whoa, I've got secrets too

You're the gun and I can be your bullet you bite down on

Take your best shot 'cause you only get one