Ayron Jones - Killing Season

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Lord, forgive me, what was I thinking?
Shoulda never let her into my bed
Tried to wreck me, showed no mercy
Wrapped up in her long lean legs
Her voice, my head
I gotta get her off of my mind
She lies, those thighs
I know I’m not the only one
I can’t give up
You ain’t giving me no reason
To stand by your love
Is this the killing season?
You say, «What are you waiting for?
Just pull that trigger and run
Pull that trigger and run»
Lord, forgive me, I’m testifyin'
I gotta give the devil his due
Said she loved me, she don’t love me
Now she thinks she’s cutting me loose
Those thighs, she lies
I gotta get her off of my mind
Goodbye, don’t cry
Now I’m standing with a smoking gun