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Faster Gun (Fowley)

Well, my Baby’s so good looking
Though she very rarely smiles
She follows a tradition
And it’s somewhere near Miss Mona Lisa’s style
And in our quiet, I tell her soft and true
Yes I do
There will always be a faster gun
But there never be another one like you
Well, sometimes my baby’s vicious, irrational and mean
Sometimes she is delicious and sometimes she’s a
Little in between
When we’re together we are a duo
Now you ask me if she loves me and you know I never lie
She’ll tease me and she ’ll scold me, then she holds me
In her arms and sighs
You’re all I’ve got I guess you’ll have to do