Assassins

She wears the trousers 'round here
If it was somebody else, they'd be good as dead
Combs the men like me through her hair
Knows they'll bathe her feet, wash her underwear

Such a fierce kind of beauty to feel
Brings your IQ down with your sex appeal
Makes me sweat to stone: never had much brains
But I knew there was something wrong 'round here

You need a bulletproof vest 'round your heart
It's the least you'll need when you fall apart
When beauty rears its ugly head
Be reminded what I just said
You need a bulletproof vest 'round your heart
There's not a chance in hell of me getting out
To think that I'd have died for this part
To be the humble pawn to her heart

She wears the trousers 'round here
Takes my best friends out, 'cause she don't care
Knows I'll scrape my knuckles to the bone
I'll not say a word, I just stay home

It's a lot of make-believe
But I'm not too sure she's even real
Puts the gun straight to my chest
Pulls the trigger, it's no big deal

You need a bulletproof vest 'round your heart
It's the least you'll need when you fall apart
When beauty rears its ugly head
Be reminded what I just said
You need a bulletproof vest 'round your heart
There's not a chance in hell of me getting out
To think that I'd have died for this part
To be the humble pawn to her heart
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To her heart