When they look at you, they see a lover
Tongue of fire, dark velvet hands
Existing for their pleasure, waiting their command
When they look at you, they see a mother
Soft as feathers, warming the nest
All your children rising up to call you blessed
Oh, baby you're a gun
They better run, they better run
Bang, a bullet to the brain
Before the pain, the damage done
Baby, you're a gun
When they look at you, they see a lady
China teacup, pour yourself out
Graciously accepting only what's allowed
When they look at you, they see a daughter
Kneeling bedside, head downed in prayer
The beautiful, devoted, dutiful, and fair
Oh, baby you're a gun
They better run, they better run and hide
Bang, a bullet to the brain
Before the pain, the damage done
Baby, you're a gun
Oh, baby you're a gun
They better run, they better run and hide
Bang, a bullet to the brain
Before the pain, the damage done
Baby, you're a gun