Oh!

I'm feelin' like a bullet
Jumpin' out a gun
I'm feelin' like a winner
I feel like the one
You're doin' somethin' to me
You're doin' somethin' strange
Well, jump back, talk to me, woman
You make me wanna make a baby, baby
Uh

Supernatural woman
Supernatural freak
Don't know what you're doin'
Got me feelin' weak
Oh, I wanna call you fever, baby
You can set a fire on me
Hot damn, pop it like a pistol, mama
You got me down on my knees, begging please

I'm comin', baby
I'm gunnin' for you, yeah
Locked (locked), loaded (loaded)
Shoot my shot tonight
I'm comin', baby
I'm gunnin' for you
Pull my trigger, let me blow your mind

You red leather rocket
You lil' foxy queen
Everybody's watchin'
Pretty little thing
Baby, tell me, what's your fantasy?
Come closer, let's talk about it
You want white lines in a limousine
Whipped cream, and everything in-between, yeah

I'm comin', baby
I'm gunnin' for you, yeah
Locked (locked), loaded (loaded)
Shoot my shot tonight
I'm comin', baby
I'm gunnin' for you
Pull my trigger, let me blow your mind
I'm comin', baby

I'm comin', baby
I'm gunnin' for you, yeah
Locked (locked), loaded (loaded)
Shoot my shot tonight
I'm comin', baby
I'm gunnin' for you
Pull my trigger, let me blow your mind, oh!

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Bard McNamee, Brody Brown, Bruno Mars, Christopher Alvin Stapleton, Edward Christopher Sheeran, Frank Mandeville Rogers, Greg McKee, J.T. Cure