Bossa Nova Lyrics - I Oughtta Give You A Shot... - Shivaree

Well I think I hate you 

Isn't this fun? 

You're gonna shoot 

And I darling loaded the gun 

I think I'm done 

What train did you step off of anyway? 

I really don't care 

I'm the luckiest girl 

Gonna lie with you, baby 

'Cause there's nowhere else 

I can lay 

I'm never talking to you again 

I'll go join the Marines 

And then I will peacefully sail away 

With some safe magazines 

Did you hear what I say? 

You can't fall down the stairs two times the same way 

And I really don't care 

I'm the luckiest girl 

Gonna tell you, "I love you" 

More than anything else 

I can see 

If people were cars, I'd be covered with scars 

I'll hold on to my dignity 

I bought this old dress to cover the mess 

Don't take it off, I don't want you 

I don't want you to see 

Stop singing that song 

I'll stand hard like a tree 

Yeah, you make me sick 

You red razor nick get your hot hands off me 

Maybe you're from the moon 

Sensibility tells me that this is too soon 

Oh my bones are bare 

I'm the luckiest girl 

Yeah and I want you, baby 

More than anything else 

More than anything else 

More than anything else 

In the room 

More than anything else 

In the room