Bang Bang (The Ballad Of Amy Fisher) Songtext
Boys these days think that they can get away with murder, murder
Fly away free as a bird after they hurt ya, they hurt ya
I have laid on the floor at the mercy of a man
I have seen what he's torn at the mercy of his hands
Got a rage in my heart like I've never felt before
Ain't nobody gonna hear from him no more
Bang bang
I got your heart beating out your chest
Fly away free as a bird after they hurt ya, they hurt ya
I have laid on the floor at the mercy of a man
I have seen what he's torn at the mercy of his hands
Got a rage in my heart like I've never felt before
Ain't nobody gonna hear from him no more
Bang bang
I got your heart beating out your chest
Bang bang
You made me do it in my favorite dress
Bang bang
Bad boys like to have their fun
Mama, go get my
Mama, go get my gun
Hand-me-down pistol in my hand
Like a soul that holds me, it holds me
Last time it happened, sat me down
That's the day she told me, she told me
I have laid on the floor at the mercy of a man
I have seen what he's torn at the mercy of his hands
Got a rage in my heart like I've never had before
Ain't nobody gonna hear from him no more
Bang bang
I get your heart beating out your chest
Bang bang You made me do it in my favorite dress
Bang bang
Bad boys like to have their fun
Mama, go get my
Mama, go get my
Mama, go get my gun
Make him jump, make him run
I ain't mean, I ain't dumb
Walk in and stun him, I'm talking 'bout
Pistol whipper, talking 'bout Amy Fisher
Body gon' swim with fishes
Won't even know who hit ya
Bang bang
I get your heart beating out your chest
Bang bang
I'll fucking do it in my favorite dress
Bang bang
Bad boys like to have their fun
Mama, go get my
Mama, go get my gun
Mama, go
Mama, go
Mama, go
Mama, go
Mama, go
Mama, go
Bang bang
I get your heart beating out your chest
Bang bang
I'll fucking do it in my favorite dress
Bang bang
Bad boys like to have their fun
Mama, go get my
Mama, go get my gun
You made me do it in my favorite dress
Bang bang
Bad boys like to have their fun
Mama, go get my
Mama, go get my gun
Hand-me-down pistol in my hand
Like a soul that holds me, it holds me
Last time it happened, sat me down
That's the day she told me, she told me
I have laid on the floor at the mercy of a man
I have seen what he's torn at the mercy of his hands
Got a rage in my heart like I've never had before
Ain't nobody gonna hear from him no more
Bang bang
I get your heart beating out your chest
Bang bang You made me do it in my favorite dress
Bang bang
Bad boys like to have their fun
Mama, go get my
Mama, go get my
Mama, go get my gun
Make him jump, make him run
I ain't mean, I ain't dumb
Walk in and stun him, I'm talking 'bout
Pistol whipper, talking 'bout Amy Fisher
Body gon' swim with fishes
Won't even know who hit ya
Bang bang
I get your heart beating out your chest
Bang bang
I'll fucking do it in my favorite dress
Bang bang
Bad boys like to have their fun
Mama, go get my
Mama, go get my gun
Mama, go
Mama, go
Mama, go
Mama, go
Mama, go
Mama, go
Bang bang
I get your heart beating out your chest
Bang bang
I'll fucking do it in my favorite dress
Bang bang
Bad boys like to have their fun
Mama, go get my
Mama, go get my gun
