Guns & Kisses - The Bianca Story

The naked beauty on the news, is that where I heard of you?

Is that where you showed those guns of yours, that matching pair — his and hers?

I bet you learned it from the TV;

you saw that naked trash

And now you want to sell your body in camouflage?

I see painted faces, I see painted fun

All around party people shooting loaded guns

Girls, who’s a whore?

Boys, where’s your war?

Hasn’t this all happened before?

You’re the pretty face on a passing train

Will you sing a song about every war you’re in?

Guns and kisses — why don’t you get me?

Guns and kisses — is this it?

Is this it?

I don’t want to be a billboard queen, don’t want to be a dead war-hero

I don’t want to be a Playboy dream, don’t want to be Osama’s zero

Did you read it in a magazine on a glossy page

Or see it on a TV screen — guns and kisses at center stage

I see painted faces, I see painted fun

All around party people shooting loaded guns

Girls, who’s a whore?

Boys, where’s your war?

You’re the pretty face on a passing train

Will you sing a song about every war you’re in?

Guns and kisses — why don’t you get me?

Guns and kisses — is this it?

Is this it?

You’re the pretty face on a passing train

Will you sing a song about every war you’re in?

Guns and kisses — why don’t you get me?

Guns and kisses — why don’t you shoot me?

Guns and kisses — why don’t you take me?

Guns and kisses — is this it?

Is this it?