Shooting Blanks - Mickie James

Bang!

Bang bang!

Bang!

Bang bang!

Your finger’s on the trigger

Your eyes on the prize

Your sign says bring your backwards cap

Can’t hide that dirty mind

You’re scoping me

You’re throwing me

Right in your line of fire

Your empties on the table

Your ego fills the bar

Another round might take me down

You’re close but no cigar

You’re playing me

Relentlessly

Pushing it up to the wire

Can’t you see my heart is bulletproof?

You’re shooting blanks

There’s no boom to your bang

Shooting blanks

You won’t hear those angels say

Your Casanova cowboy game is on

And those lines you’re shelling out ain’t real bullets halls

You’re shooting blanks

The only thing that’s smokin'

Is the ground underneath my boots

And that last drag of my cigarette

As I walked away from you

The words you say

Might reek a shade

Hit you where the sun don’t shine

Can’t you see my heart is bulletproof?

You’re shooting blanks

There’s no boom to your bang

Shooting blanks

Won’t hear those angels say

Your cowboy Casanova ain’t is on

And those lines you’re shelling out ain’t real bullets halls

You’re shooting blanks

You need some practice

Need to polish up your skills

For you it’s all about the thrill of the kill

Your game is numbers

And sometimes it’s hit or miss

But baby you ain’t hitting this

You’re shooting blanks

There’s no boom to your bang

Shooting blanks

You won’t hear those angels sayin'

Your Casanova cowboy game is on

Those lies you’re shelling out ain’t real bullets halls

You’re shooting blanks

Shooting blanks

You call that a gun?

Boy you better put that gun away

You’re shooting blanks

Boom boom!

Bang bang!

Boom boom!

Bang!