Lyrics

She's a rapid fire coming down a one way target range She's a first shot, creeping up, hit you just the right way Take your love, lay it down, shoot a smile as you start to fall She's a money down, lose it all, hit you like a wrecking ball She's gone Yeah, she's gone That girl, she's gone Yeah, she's gone She's a walk through the wet woods, wreckage from the house she burned She's a smoke still rising from the ashes from a lesson learned She's a black leather seat in the summer of muscle car She's a fire red lipstick ready to leave her mark And she's gone Yeah, she's gone She's gone Yeah, she's gone Oooh I guess I should have known it I should have seen this coming So I put the blame on me right now She's gone Yeah, she's gone She's gone Yeah, she's gone Oooh Oooh Oooh She's a rapid fire coming down a one way target range She's a first shot, creeping up, hit you just the right way
Writer(s): Chuck Wicks, Brett Tyler Mikkelson, Jeffrey East Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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