A girl told a boy who told a girl who told a boy
You don't get to me
No, you don't, no
She ran along, thought runnin' fast was always fun
She needs some sweet release
Oh, she needs some

She gave him all that's precious
She said, "Take a shot"
"What to do, what to do", he thought
("What to do, what to do", he thought)
Said he'd be there for her, but he don't know how
She's a lonely gun and he can't seem to find the trigger

And he can't seem to find
And he can't seem to find the trigger
And he can't seem to find
And he can't seem to find the trigger

He said, "Come to me, 'cause I could just be what you need"
But he don't satiate
No, he don't
She said, "Don't try to hide, you better not try to hide from me"
Needs some sweet release
She needs some

She gave him all he wanted
She said, "Take a shot"
"What to do, what to do," he thought
("What to do, what to do," he thought)
Said he'd be there for her, but he don't know how
She's a lonely gun and he can't seem to find the trigger

She's a lonely gun and he can't seem to find
And he can't seem to find the trigger
Lonely gun and he can't seem to find
And he can't seem to find the trigger

You could see it in her walk
You could see it in her walk
You could see it in her walk
You could see it in her walk (oh)
You could see it in her walk
You could see it in her walk (oh)
You could see it in her
You could see it in her walk

She's a lonely gun
She's a lonely gun and he can't seem to find
And he can't seem to find the trigger
Lonely gun and he can't seem to find
And he can't seem to find the trigger

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Writer(s): Cynthia Nabozny, Matias Mora