Come on, don't hide.
I want you. I want you.
So come on out, come on out, come on out
This is what you'll get,
This is what you'll get,
I'll make it what you want.
I'll make it what you want.
I'll make it what you want.
I'll use it on you, girl,
I'll use it on you, girl,
So come on out, come on out, come on out,
I'll make sure I'll make sure I'll pull the trigger
Don't tell me I ain't got the right
I want you. I want you.
So come on out, come on out, come on out
This is what you'll get,
This is what you'll get,
I'll make it what you want.
I'll make it what you want.
I'll make it what you want.
I'll use it on you, girl,
I'll use it on you, girl,
So come on out, come on out, come on out,
I'll make sure I'll make sure I'll pull the trigger
Don't tell me I ain't got the right
Seems sensual at first, but descends into death threats. Un double entendre.
it sorda freaks me out...not one on my list of best songs