"Daughter Of A Gun" lyrics

Oh, all the things you think you want
Wrapped up in leather
Tale as old as Adam's son
And Eve's red letter
Ooh, the way that she moves
Like rhythm and blues
She'll leave a tattoo, so you can't forget her now

Shake a whole damn city with the swing of a hip
Start a brand new language with her strawberry lips

She ain't your honey
She ain't nobody's
Rose gold band on a left hand finger
She's a do a double take Jolie dead ringer
She ain't your lover
She's one bad mother
Never learned to walk 'cause she was born to run
She's a daughter of a gun

I heard Da Vinci tried to paint her eyes
But couldn't find the color
Springsteen wrote a thousand lines, yea
But they didn't touch her
She's straight off the screen
Out the magazine
A mad masterpiece, the eighth world wonder

Shake a whole damn city with the swing of a hip
Start a brand new language with her strawberry lips

She ain't your honey
She ain't nobody's
Rose gold band on a left hand finger
She's a do a double take Jolie dead ringer
She ain't your lover
She's one bad mother
Never learned to walk 'cause she was born to run
She's a daughter of a gun

Yeah, all the things you think you want
Tale as old as Adam's son, ooh woah

She ain't your honey
She ain't nobody's
Rose gold band on a left hand finger
She's a do a double take Jolie dead ringer
She ain't your lover
She's one bad mother
Never learned to walk 'cause she was born to run
She's a daughter of a gun