Killing Season - Ayron Jones

Lord, forgive me, what was I thinking?

Shoulda never let her into my bed

Tried to wreck me, showed no mercy

Wrapped up in her long lean legs

Her voice, my head

I gotta get her off of my mind

She lies, those thighs

I know I’m not the only one

I can’t give up

You ain’t giving me no reason

To stand by your love

Is this the killing season?

You say, «What are you waiting for?

Just pull that trigger and run

Pull that trigger and run»

Lord, forgive me, I’m testifyin'

I gotta give the devil his due

Said she loved me, she don’t love me

Now she thinks she’s cutting me loose

Those thighs, she lies

I gotta get her off of my mind

Goodbye, don’t cry

Now I’m standing with a smoking gun