Baby, You're a Gun

When they look at you, they see a lover Tongue of fire, dark velvet hands Existing for their pleasure, waiting their command When they look at you, they see a mother Soft as feathers, warming the nest All your children rising up to call you blessed Oh, baby you're a gun They better run, they better run Bang, a bullet to the brain Before the pain, the damage done Baby, you're a gun When they look at you, they see a lady China teacup, pour yourself out Graciously accepting only what's allowed When they look at you, they see a daughter Kneeling bedside, head downed in prayer The beautiful, devoted, dutiful, and fair Oh, baby you're a gun They better run, they better run and hide Bang, a bullet to the brain Before the pain, the damage done Baby, you're a gun Oh, baby you're a gun They better run, they better run and hide Bang, a bullet to the brain Before the pain, the damage done Baby, you're a gun