You think, you think you’re clever ‘cause you started a craze
But breakin, breakin, out’s been done before
And over, over rated is a word that describes you
And you’re aiming for a target that’s been shot before
Now you’re holding out your hand because you want more
You’re holding out your hand because you want more

So am I, am I a target
A stationary victim who’d be easy to hit
And this, this is a shoot out
Meet me at high noon
Where I'll knock your boots off

You think, you think you’re clever ‘cause you’re winning the race
But underdogs have come back and won before
And over rated
Now you’re holding out your hand because you want more
You’re holding out your hand because you want more

Am I, am I a target
A stationary victim who’d be easy to hit
This is, this is a shoot out
So slide on your cowboy boots
And draw your pistol

Here with my finger on the trigger
(Your arms around me)
The feeling inside me lingers
(It’s in the air)
Oh with my finger on the trigger
(Your lips are pressed to mine)
My body’s an addict and you are the fix
And baby you are the fix

Am I, am I a target
A stationary victim who’d be easy to hit
And this is, this is a shoot out
Meet me at high noon
And I'll knock your boots off


Am I, am I a target
A stationary victim who’d be easy to hit
Yeah this is, this is a shoot out
Meet me at high noon
And I'll knock your boots off


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