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


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