Bang Bang Boom

Bang Bang Boom


You decievin’

Yellow liar

I cut my hair like I did your tire

Watch out

You bitter fool

Don’t laugh too hard cuz I’ll find you

A woman scorned, better be warned

The thunder rolls for the coming storm…

 

And she goes

Bang, Bang, Bang

Boo-oo-oo-oom

Bang, Bang, Bang

Boo-oo-oo-oom

 

Slow down

You think your quick

You make me laugh and you make me sick

Out back

The alley roars

Things get bad when tricks get old

A woman scorned

Better be warned

The thunder rolls for the coming storm….

 

And she goes

Bang, Bang, Bang

Boo-oo-oo-oom

Bang, Bang, Bang

Boo-oo-oo-oom

 

So what you think

You could run away?

Make a living on love’s good name?

I’ve had enough

No more conscience stuff

You’re gonna hurt when you’ve had enough…..

 

A woman scorned…..

Oh you are warned……

The thunder rolls

For the coming storms….

 

And she goes

Bang, Bang, Bang

Boo-oo-oo-oom

Bang, Bang, Bang

Boo-oo-oo-oom

And she goes

Bang, Bang, Bang

Boo-oo-oo-oom

Bang, Bang, Bang

Boo-oo-oo-oom

 

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