Walked up, said I'm the only ten he sees
Assumed I'd want a pink umbrella in my drink
Tipped the band to play a song to make me dance
Ain't a snowball's chance in hell he's ever got a chance

He said, please
I said, no
There's still tags on his Stetson
'Bout to shoot off my mouth
Like a pearl Smith and Wesson

I'm kill-kill-killing him, I guess he got triggered
He's spill-spill-spillin' pick up lines like it's liquor
Easy target, wasn't hard
He's sweating bullets now
He calls me a pistol
'Cause I'm shooting 'em down

Like birds on a wire
Like cans on the porch
Little southern spitfire
Ain't nothin' I ain't been called before

I broke him to pieces like a clay pigeon
The way he's acting only gives me ammunition
I need a smoke, but I don't need his lighter
Sometimes shooting your shot backfires

'Cause I'm kill-kill-killing him, I guess he got triggered
He's spill-spill-spillin' pick up lines like it's liquor
Easy target, wasn't hard
He's sweating bullets now
He calls me a pistol
'Cause I'm shooting 'em down

Like birds on a wire
Like cans on the porch
Little southern spitfire
Ain't nothin I ain't been called before

There's this hole in the wall
He's got a hole in his chest
It's too bad that his heart ain't got
A bullet proof vest

'Cause I'm kill-kill-killing him, I guess he got triggered
He's spill-spill-spillin' pick up lines like it's liquor
Easy target, wasn't hard
He's sweating bullets now
He called me a pistol
But y'all I'm more of a missile
He called me a pistol
'Cause I'm shooting 'em down

Yeah, pow pow pow
Yeah, I'm shooting 'em down
Woo
Pow pow pow