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Boy, you'd better start runnin’ 'Cause Grace has a gun She's not foolin’ around, she don't keep it for fun Make sure you approach her With a bulletproof vest 'Cause when you piss her off, she'll aim right for your chest Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh And when she laughs it off She plays it cool Don't believe in her, brother, she'll make you her fool And, damn, you can love her Above any other on earth But, boy, that won't fix her, you'll just make it worse Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh And I’m warnin’ you, don't get too close She’s a time bomb that's tickin' until she explodes And she's haunting the halls of your head like a ghost Even still, that won’t change how you feel, I suppose SongtexteOh-oh She don't believe in a heaven Just a body and soul And she thinks the scars on her arms mean that she's in control You thought you could convince her That it's all in her head 'Til you come home one night and the wall's painted red Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Whoa-woah-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Boy, you'd better start runnin' 'Cause Grace has a gun And she don't even care about the damage she's done Aus Songtexte Mania