NRA

I played with a gun today
I fingered the chunk of metal and plastic
(Straight finger, don't fuck with the trigger)
I held it out, searching for my target
(Don't pussy grab it, make that gun your bitch)
I played with a gun today

I played with a gun today
I loaded the magazine, bullets glimmering
(Push down, then back)
I slammed it home, listening for the click
(Don't do it halfway)
I played with a gun today

I played with a gun today
Gun oil on my fingers and in my nose
(It becomes an aphrodisiac after awhile)
Practicing, practicing, practicing, practicing
(Muscle memory is better than any other)
I played with a gun today

I played with a gun today
Sliding it, hiding it, between my skin and jeans
(Look for that outline, don't show you're packing)
I was wet from the feel of cold against hot
(You're just a dirty whore, aren't you?)
I played with a gun today

I fired a gun today
I wanted it over, I wanted it to end
(You wanted to see to feel his red blood on your face)
I could still feel his dirty hands pawing to be let in
(He won't hurt another little girl ever again)
I fired a gun today