Cat was walking home, the only one on the street
County road 233,
Under my feet,
Nothin` on this
White rock
But little ole me
With a six pack in her hand, she was walking home, waiting for Robbie to get there
I've got two miles toll,
He makes bail
And if I'm right
We're headed
Straight for hell
When she got home, she lite a cigarette and loaded her shotgun.
I'm goin` home
Gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door and light a cigarette
If her wants a fight well now he's got one
That red head if finally going to stand up for herself, and she's not going to take shit from her boyfriend.
And he ain't seen me crazy yet
He slap my face a
And shook me like a rag doll
Everyone was right when they said Robbie was a bad boyfriend, but did she listen, no. He beat her up every chance he got. Now it's her turn
Don't that sound like a real man
I'm going to show him
What a little girls made of
Gunpowder and lead.
Cat was in the second six pack, when she looked out the window and saw Robbie pull into the driveway.
It's half past ten,
Another six pack in
And I can feel the rumble
Like a cold black wind
Robbie got out of the truck and started to walk to the door. Cat picked up the shot gun and waited for him.
He pulls in the drive
The gravel flies
He don't know what's waiting here this time
Cat had a devilish smile on her face. What Robbie doesn't know, will kill him…
I'm goin` home
Gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door
And light a cigarette
If he wants a fight well now
He's got one
And he ain't seen my crazy yet
He slap my face
And shook me like a rag doll
Cat walked out to Robbie
"What comes around goes around Robbie." Said Cat with that smile on her face
Don't that sound like a real man
I'm going to show him
What a little girls made
Gunpowder and lead
"Your fist might be big, but" Cat held up her gun "my friend here is bigger."
His fist is big
But my gun's bigger
He'll find out when I pull the trigger.
Cat shot at a tree and didn't miss.
I'm goin`
Gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door
Light a cigarette
If he wants a fight
Well now he's got on
And he ain't seen me crazy yet
He slap my face and shook me like a rag doll
Don't that sound like a real man
"I'm not going to hurt you." Said Cat holding up the gun "this won't hurt at all."
"Cat what are you doing…?"
I'm going to show him
What a little girls made of
Gunpowder, Gunpowder and lead
Cat just smiled
Gunpowder and lead
"Something I should have done a long time ago." Cat smiled and pulled the trigger
I don't own anything expect some pants and an iPod
