I hope you’re not in pain, my dear;
I really, really do.
If I were there, I’d face that pain
And tell him, “You are through!”
“Go for your gun! Draw!” I’d say,
And I’d be quick as truth.
I’d shoot his gun out of his hand,
And like a coward he wouldn’t stand,
But fall away from your tooth!
And then I’d fill him full of lead,
Just to make sure that Pain was dead.
O my darlin’, you may laugh
At my imagination,
But I swear you are the prettiest gal
In this whole darn creation!