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Not a man, but a gun. Break the bones. Hit the mark.
Not a good man, never was, but then that's not what you want.
I see it in your eyes, past the blood, past the skill.
Take the mask off if you can and go in for the kill.
Not a woman, but a weapon. Weave the web. Hit the mark.
Not a good one, never was, but the one you'll always want.
Take the mask off if you can, what you get is what you see.
Our bed will be our mirror, as you find yourself in me.
