She looks so fine like champagne and wine, no one ever gets her
She feels cool, plays us for fools if we wanna let her
Across the room she sees some buffoon blown away by her style
She goes out of her way so she can play and make him beg for a little while

Shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down
Shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down
Shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down
Shoot 'em down to the ground

Like caviar or fallen stars, he's a motivator
Dressed to the T's, and down on his knees, he got me masturbatin'
He'll make 'em bawl for the hell of it all, he likes to see 'em cry
And then just for fun he'll say she's the one and then he'll make her die
He's gonna

Shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down
Shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down
Shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down
Shoot 'em down to the ground

They don't care about feelings, they were only meant to be stepped on
And while one is healing, they go and step on another one

Oh

Gonna pray on a Saturday, hope it wakes the devils
They think we're fools, they make too many rules, it only gets us madder
They think they're hot, I say they're not, they shoot us down for fun
If they wanna play, let's make 'em all pay, shoot 'em down with a real gun

Shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down
Shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down
Shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down
Shoot 'em down to the ground

Shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down
Shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down
Shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down
Shoot 'em down to the ground (get out)

Entertain me
And shoot 'em down, ooh

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): DANIEL DEE SNIDER