| Song Length |
3:42 |
Genre |
Country - General |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Charming, Annoyed |
Subject |
Déjà Vu, Encouragement |
| Language |
English |
| |
Lyrics
PISTOL
By Randi McMatthew and Marty Rifkin
He called me a pistol
Crazy and young
A red-headed fury
Under his thumb
But, you call me a woman
Strong of will
You?re holdin? something
He never will.
Five minutes down
At the Playboy rack
An arm-load of pages
To launch his attack
There?s no end of beauty
And features I lack
I laughed in his face and said,
"Don?t call me back."
BRIDGE
You don?t mind
If my shoes are untied
My muscles are big
I?ve got work on my mind
He thought I?d like to dress up
In satin and lace
Should ?a known he was history
By the look on my face.
You call me up
Invite me in
Make me a part
Of your circle of friends
We?ll play in the hay
He?s over the hill
You?re holdin? something
He never will.
REPEAT FIRST VERSE
He called me a pistol
Crazy and young
A red-headed fury
Under his thumb
But you call me a woman
Strong of will
You?re holdin? something
He never will
Yeah,, you?re holdin? something
He never will.
Copyright 2001 Randi McMatthew/ Marty Rifkin
Diamon Bar Music Publishing/ Jonlyn Publishing