I'm holding tight,
my fingers slip across the trigger.
I feel the smoothness of the pistol.
Do I pull or do I stay?
baby, you decide.
I'd pull the trigger for you,
If you don't want me around no more,
Check inside these eyes you like so;
I want to hold you, kiss you.
Never see you leave me behind.
And every night before I sleep,
I hope to forever not weep.
The trigger is at my fingertips,
The choice lays in my hand.
But the choice really belongs to you,
Since you have me by a string like a puppet.
Boy, do you realize how much I love you?
I feel under a spell or some kind of trance,
Something I can't control, nor do I want to.
The trigger is close to my ear now.
Do I pull it or shall I pull it away?
You decide.
Tell me if you love me, I'll pull away.
Or tell me you don't;
I'll pull the trigger.
