She's got shotgun innocense
In her eyes so intense
Never sure of her intent
She's a parts pretty child
Even's got a wink that's styled
Keeps it all behind a smile
Look into those wordly eyes
And you've got to wonder what she's done
No use thinking you can win her
Cause boy this child's already won
And it's time that you stand up
Show son
Here's why you paid
Hold tight
Net's gone
So welcome to the stage
And it's to late to be saved
She don't need designer dress
Has them all thought I would guess
Has the wardrobe of the blessed
Cover of a magazine
Movie Star
Beauty Queen
All wrapped up and razor clean
Locking up is really so much harder that it seems
See her as a revelation
Much more safety visited in dreams
And it's that you stand up
Show son
Here's why you paid
Hold tight
Net's gone
So welcome to the stage
And it's too late to be saved
So you find your dreaming bout her
But it's such a little vice
And if you think you've got a chance boy
Well it's time to roll the dice
And it's time that you
Stand up
Show son
Here's why you paid
Hold tight
Net's gone
So welcome to the stage
And it's too late to be saved
Writer(s): Paul O'neill, John Oliva
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