My lips are the gun my smile are the trigger my kisses are the bullets label me a killer. If love was a drug you could call me your dealer. Honey I'm a theft and your love is what I'm stealing ain't nobody else because its you tht I'm feeling
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PoetryMy lips are the gun my smile are the trigger my kisses are the bullets label me a killer. If love was a drug you could call me your dealer. Honey I'm a theft and your love is what I'm stealing ain't nobody else because its you tht I'm feeling