gone shootin

Acdc

Feel the pressure rise, hear the whistle blow
Found a ticket of a roller chord that I don't know
Packed your heart in a travelling bag and never said bye bye
Something missing in the neighbourhood
All the crying eyes
(Do a favourite tune?)

Gone shootin'
My baby's gone shootin'

Rub the soap around like a second skin
Backed a favourite nag but she could never win
I took your number in another town, she took another pill
She was running in overdrive, up until my overkill
She never made it past the bedroom door
What was she aiming for?

Gone shootin'
She's gone, gone gone gone

Gone shootin'
My baby's gone shootin'
I'm gonna have to get a gun
Look out, look out
She sure is loaded

I used to love her so