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Semiautomatic kind of love
Is shooting from my heart
I hope she walks into my line of fire
My momma taught me how to be polite
But never taught me how to tame these desires
Her fingers are like little ballerinas on my head
Putting on a show for the man
In the moon before he goes to bed
My fingers are like little ballerinas on her head
Putting on a show for the man
In the moon before we go to bed
Semiautomatic kind of love is
Pumping through my veins
Every time I see her my heart
Drops like pocket change
My momma taught me how to
Save but love don't go to the grave
I'm cracking this heart open like a piggy bank
Her fingers are like little ballerinas on my head
Putting on a show for the man
In the moon before we goes to bed
My fingers are like little ballerinas on her head
Putting on a show for the man
In the moon before we go to bed
And the galaxies and stars
Look down where we are in jealousy
They've never seen
A heartbeat send a pulse throughout the universe
Guiding it to guiding it through
A semiautomatic kind of love
Semiautomatic and the galaxies and stars
Look down where we are in jealousy
They've never seen
A heartbeat send a pulse
Throughout the universe
Guiding it to guiding it through
A semiautomatic kind of love
A semiautomatic kind of love
A semiautomatic kind of love
Her fingers are like little ballerinas on my head
Putting on a show for the man
In the moon before we goes to bed
My fingers are like little ballerinas on her head
Putting on a show for the man
In the moon before we go to bed
A semiautomatic a semiautomatic kind of love
A semiautomatic kind of love
Her fingers are like little ballerinas
A semiautomatic kind of love