THE VIRGIN WITH THE RIFLE.

Your gullible heart

Has tore you apart

And you swear you don’t care

But your heart’s in despair.

Your problems have grown

Cause not one is known

And you swear you’re not lost

But you can’t bare the cost.

The virgin with the rifle holds the clue

It’s you that holds the key to pull you through

The virgin with the rifle is a ghost

And you’ve your heart and soul lost in the post.

You feel to her spell

And you couldn’t tell

So you still must deny

That you’re living a lie.

What can I say about love

When you’ve found it ain’t enough

What can I say about love?…

The virgin with the rifle has shot

And you still can’t see

Your heart’s been bought.