Revolver - Madonna, David Guetta

Oops, I guess I shot ya, my finger’s on the trigger

I had a bullet with your name on it, click-click

I’m a sex pistol, my love should be illegal

Real deal, baby, I’m no counterfeit, click-click

Line 'em up, knock 'em down

If looks could kill, e-o-e-o

My body’s fully loaded

And I’ve got more ammo

Line 'em up, knock 'em down

If looks could kill, e-o-e-o

You’re an accessory to murder, 'cause

My love’s a revolver, my sex is a killer

Do you wanna die happy?

My love’s a revolver, my sex is a killer

Do you wanna die happy?

I let it bang, bang

You’ve been hit by a smooth criminal, a bad girl

I gotcha crying to your mama, saying I can’t believe it

I’ve seen your type, bring a knife into a gun fight

Caught up in the law right, I think I’m in love right

I let it bang, bang

I shoot 'em bang, bang

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Who’s the baddest of them all?

I shoot 'em bang, bang

I line 'em up and watch them fall

Bang, the shooter name is Wayne

The victim didn’t complain

She just screamed, shoot again

I gave her extra rounds

My barrel twist around

I am Mr. Shoot 'em down

I leave hearts on the ground

My love is a weapon

And yes, I use it well

Then I let the rose petals

Cover up the bullet shell

I never shoot and tell

I only shoot to kill

And that vest ain’t gonna help ya

Even if it’s made of steel

My love is a revolver

I let it bang, bang

I shoot 'em bang, bang

I line 'em up and watch them fall

I shoot 'em bang, bang

I line 'em up and watch them fall

Do you wanna die happy?

Do you wanna die… happy?