Too Close For Comfort

Hot blood on the run
A story just begin
Washed out, feeling used
This ladys gun is fused

Old times moved too fast
You touched against the past
Caught you out, dressed to thrill
But I know you aim to kill

I feel you near
Too close for comfort
Its my turn to burn
Now that you hold the gun

Make one up, take a fall
Since you started creeping round
Got my back against the wall
Watch you smile and gun me down

Hot blood, runaround
No time just hit the ground
Caught you out, dressed to thrill
But I know you aim to kill

I feel you near
Too close for comfort
Its my turn to burn
Now that you hold the gun