She's like an M-16
She a killing machine
You say one wrong word
And you'll have to be cleaned
Off the floor
Off the floor
Off the floor
Her piercing glare
And flirty laugh
You'll need some air
'Cause you can't help but gasp
When she walks,
Her hips, they do the talking
If I was you
I wouldn't do no mocking
My dear
'Cause she uses words with
Precision
And she doesn't ask for
Permission
One spark
You'll get an
ignition
She is the cause of the collision
She is the glow of the stars
The light of a billion
Exploding Supernovas
She is the
Power
And the
Fury
And the
Grace
And the blush at your cheeks
'Cause she'll never be meek
And she always gets what she wants
'Cause She's an M-16
She's a killing machine!
In this Monarchy
She is the super-queen!
"But she looks so cute"
She's Not what she seems
Oh baby
Don't
Be
Fooled
By an M-16
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