Tilly And The Wall - All Kinds of Guns lyrics

My baby don't hold me back He don't ever try nothin' like that My baby loves me just how I am He loves me like nobody can He says "lets blow this town and get high Lets go where the weather is nice I'll hold your hand if you hold mine I'll hold your hand if you hold mine" My baby's got all kinds of guns And he sticks to every one My baby's got all kinds of guns And he sticks to every one Every one When my baby says he'll be there You better run yeah you better get scared When my baby tells you watch your step You better listen to what he says Because he ain't the kind of soul you wanna test You better listen close if you know what's Oh yeah that boy is fine Oh yeah he loves me so right My baby's got all kinds of guns And he sticks to every one My baby's got all kinds of guns And he sticks to every one Every one He's got all kinds of guns oh yeah He's got all kinds of guns uh huh