You think, you think you’re clever ‘cause you started a craze   But breakin, breakin, out’s been done before   And over, over rated is a word that describes you   And you’re aiming for a target that’s been shot before   Now you’re holding out your hand because you want more   You’re holding out your hand because you want more      So am I, am I a target   A stationary victim who’d be easy to hit   And this, this is a shoot out   Meet me at high noon   Where I'll knock your boots off      You think, you think you’re clever ‘cause you’re winning the race   But underdogs have come back and won before   And over rated   Now you’re holding out your hand because you want more   You’re holding out your hand because you want more      Am I, am I a target   A stationary victim who’d be easy to hit   This is, this is a shoot out   So slide on your cowboy boots   And draw your pistol      Here with my finger on the trigger   (Your arms around me)   The feeling inside me lingers   (It’s in the air)   Oh with my finger on the trigger   (Your lips are pressed to mine)   My body’s an addict and you are the fix   And baby you are the fix      Am I, am I a target   A stationary victim who’d be easy to hit   And this is, this is a shoot out   Meet me at high noon   And I'll knock your boots off         Am I, am I a target   A stationary victim who’d be easy to hit   Yeah this is, this is a shoot out   Meet me at high noon   And I'll knock your boots off