A tall, dark man with callused hands and eyes full of sin
A temper like a barnyard gate with a sly, sinister grin
If ignoring all the warning signs was a game, you know I'd win
He loved me and I loved him, but that ain't how the story ends

Bang, my gun is smoking like his cigarette
Bang, his blood is soaking through his parliaments
Bang, I'm watching his blue eyes flood with regret
As he's staring down the barrel of my pink pocket pistol

Whiskey breath, a perfumed neck, a scent that sure ain't mine
I asked him where he'd been, saw fire in his eyes
He started swinging right and left, I was sure that I would die
As he drew back his fist, I drew that pistol of mine

Bang, he's writing, crying like a little baby
Bang, I never knew that I could get this crazy
Bang, that's what you get for beating up a lady
Staring down the barrel of my pink pocket pistol

Handcuffed at the station and they're reading me my rights
While they're booking me, they're asking what happened here tonight
Coulda told 'em how you beat me, how you cheated and you lied
But I held on to my silence and a sliver of my pride
They let me go 'cause they all know that man was something evil
God bless the man who died by the hand of my pink pocket pistol