BULLET DANCe

 

I could make a gun with my hand

aim it at your feet when you are down

I could make a pout with my mouth

I could make them bullets fly

as I drum my tounge up an down

 

You better get up on your feet

 

I could make two guns with my hands

aim them at your heart when you down

beauty is the word I’m looking for

as I open fire with my arms

and watch you do the bullet dance

 

You better get up on your feet

 

I could make a crook you my crime

I could make a loop with my arm

I could lock your head in it

I could whats on my mind

and make your feet tick to the rythm of my beat