Baby Eyes

Year of the rat last of the leader Somebody shot the babysitter They say my middle name is Danger The kind to keep away from strangers I say woah Im out of control Oh baby will I see your pretty face I say woah God bless your fucking soul Cause baby baby I was born to kill I pulled the trigger from the shooting stars I am a motor in your crashing car I am the cherub in the Arab spring I am the bullet in your magazine I say woah Im out of control Oh baby will I see your pretty face I say woah God rest your fucking soul Cause baby baby eyes Oh baby baby eyes Oh baby baby I was born to Kill