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I know you sat alone so many nights waiting for me.
Cold,
Your face like a stone,
I hang up the phone when we disagree.
Standing there by my side when the fighting's done.
Glaring at me in the light is my little toy gun.
Shining in black like shoes on a rack,
With a trigger that's dressed up in gold.
It's always warm inside my home,
But it's handle is always so cold.
Whispering into my ear,
All the lies you spun.
My single greatest fear is my little toy gun.
(musical break)
Wait for the day when save face,
And come to a happy home.
I know it's turning me into the kind of girl who'd rather be alone.
Just wait till I get my way--
I promise you it won't be fun.
If you feel like you should pray,
Pray for my little toy gun.
(Musical break)