He was big, he was blond There was fear in his eyes - aha And I said to myself Save this man, he is nice - aha So I kissed him After he had gone next morning But he had to He was on the run * I don't like a man with a gun Why do I love a man with a gun I don't like a man with a gun Oh-oh-oh, a man with a gun *(повтор) He was caught and in jail There were tears in his eyes - aha And I kised them away Though he said: "It's unwise" - aha But he's waiting And I'm waiting Till he's coming home forever Where he never Will be on the run * (повтор 3 раза с угасанием)
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