Gun NYC - Vixen

I almost hit you today
But i can’t think of the words to say
You know my future it’s made
You know we won’t be at the end of the day

So why bother
Why’d i call her
Why’d i have to be
So on her

Cause she’s a vixen
And i need my fixing
The taste of her breathe
And the taste of her sweat
The best i’ll ever get
She’ll have me forever spent
She’s a vixen
Your shirts on my face
So i can smell your scent and remember your graced
I have teenage hate
For the thoughts in my brain
I’m banging my head
Just to get my story straight
Connecting the dots
To make sense to me
I’m left alone
I’m left to bleed

So why bother
Why’d i call her
Why’d i have to be
So on her

Cause she’s a vixen
And i need my fixing
The taste of her breathe
And the taste of her sweat
The best i’ll ever get
She’ll have me forever spent
She’s a vixen

Get out of my life
Get out
Get out
Get out of my life
Cause she’s a vixen
And i need my fixing
The taste of her breathe
And the taste of her sweat
The best i’ll ever get
She’ll have me forever spent
She’s a vixen

Cause she’s a vixen
And i need my fixing
(i want you, i, i want you)
Cause she’s a vixen
And i need my fixing
(i want you, i, i want you)