She looks so fine Like champagne or wine No one ever gets her Oh ain't she cool Plays us for fools If we want to let her Across the room she sees some buffoon Blown away by her style She goes out of her way so that she can play And make him beg for a little while She's gonna Shoot 'em down, Shoot 'em down, Shoot 'em down, Shoot 'em down, Shoot 'em down, Shoot 'em down, Shoot 'em down to the ground Like caviar Or fine foreign car He's a motivator Dressed to the T's They're down on their knees He's a master baiter He'll make 'em crawl for the hell of it all He likes to see 'em cry And then just for fun he'll say she's the one And then he'll make her die He's gonna (REPEAT CHORUS) They don't care about feelings They were meant to be stepped on And while one is healing They go and step on another one Now these people prey On us every day Some are bad, some badder They think we're fools So they make their own rules It only gets us madder Well they think they're hot Well I say they're not They shoot us down for fun If they want to play Then let's make 'em pay Shoot them down with a fuckin' gun We gotta (REPEAT CHORUS 2X)