The Man with the Gun

He was big, he was blond
There was fear in his eyes
And I said to myself:
"Save this man, he is nice"

So I kissed him and I missed 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 the man with a gun?
I don't like a man with a gun
Oh-oh-oh, a man with a gun

I don't like a man with a gun
Why do I love the man with a gun?
I don't like a man with a gun
Oh-oh-oh, a man with a gun

He was caught and in jail
There were tears in his eyes
And I kissed them away
Though he said it's unwise

But he's waiting and I'm waiting
Till he's coming home forever
Where he never will be on the run

I don't like a man with a gun
Why do I love the man with a gun?
I don't like a man with a gun
Oh-oh-oh, a man with a gun

I don't like a man with a gun
Why do I love the man with a gun?
I don't like a man with a gun
Oh-oh-oh, a man with a gun

I don't like a man with a gun
Why do I love the man with a gun?
I don't like a man with a gun
Oh-oh-oh, a man with a gun