All Kinds of Guns - Tilly And The Wall

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