Album : Trust
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How does it feel now you've been undressed
by a man with a mind like the gutter press
So disappointed to find it's no big sin
Lying skin to skin
Chorus:

Shot with his own gun
Now dad is keeping mum
Shot with his own gun

Now somebody has to pay for the one who got away

What's on his mind now is anyone's guess
Losing his touch with each caress
Spending ev'ry evening looking so appealing
He comes without warning
Leaves without feeling

Chorus

On your marks, man, ready, set
Let's get loaded and forget

The little corporal got in the way
And he got hit by an emotional ricochet
It's a bit more now than dressing up dolly
Playing house seems so melancholy

Chorus

Oh it's too sad to be true
Your blue murder's killing you
How does it feel now you've been undressed    by a man with a mind like the gutter press    So disappointed to find it's no big sin    Lying skin to skin    Chorus:       Shot with his own gun    Now dad is keeping mum    Shot with his own gun       Now somebody has to pay for the one who got away       What's on his mind now is anyone's guess    Losing his touch with each caress    Spending ev'ry evening looking so appealing    He comes without warning    Leaves without feeling       Chorus       On your marks, man, ready, set    Let's get loaded and forget       The little corporal got in the way    And he got hit by an emotional ricochet    It's a bit more now than dressing up dolly    Playing house seems so melancholy       Chorus       Oh it's too sad to be true    Your blue murder's killing you