Elliott Murphy Bullet Lyrics

I was the bullet and you were the gun
Standing on main street
With a shodown 'bout to come
Streets were deserted
Why...everybody's already left town
Too late I realized
I was the fool who stuck around

Good night my own true love
Send your sweet prayers aboe

I was the one and we were the two
I was completely worn out but still we weren't through
The ghost of the good times
she kept hanging around
And don't you look so good
in your torn wedding gown

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I was the wounded and you were the nurse
I lay down on your couch
man that was a first I forgot nearly
everything except how to tell your time
And don't you look so good
when I'm coming up from behind

(Chorus)

If I pick up my guitar - you are the pick
When I finish my ece cream bar you're the little wooden
stick
If I was a fire I'd be cold without the touch of your match
if I was number twenty-two well then you'd be the catch
No need to look outta my window
'cause you're always the view I can buy a bittle of
oxygen
but I can't get a deep breath of you
When I'm lost in my memory
you turn up in my dreams
I was alone on the ocean when you float by on a warm
gulf stream
Now if I was the sky you'd be the blue
Or the green of the billiard table but I'm definitely
still the cue
When I watch my TV you're the only thing that's ever on
Go for a ride on my yellow tractor and you're the one
crop growing on my farm
When I screw in a light bulb you are the lamp
And when I zip up my sleeping bag you're those scary
noises outside my camp
if I was the mystery - you'd be the clue if I was size
1OD you are the shoe