Fingerguns

You stand in the mirror and you size yourself up

You pull out your fingerguns and try to look tough

Then you point ‘em at me and you focus your eye

So I throw up my hands to surrender my life

You move from the dresser to the edge of the bed

You pull your thumb trigger - I pretend that I’m dead

And I believe that you and me

We’re the talk of town

Whenever we’re around

Yes, I believe that you and me

And everyone I meet agrees

We’re the talk of town

Whenever we’re around