packin (an NRA love ballad)

She walked in all pretty and dainty
Told the boys, "She's pretty fine, ain't she?"
When i got up from my stool to greet her
That's when I saw her nine milimeter

Oh man, this girl's packin
She carries it well and she's not gonna conceal
Oh boy, ain't nothin she's lackin
One of these days, gonna tell her how I feel
One of these days, gonna tell her how I feel

She sat down there right beside me
And before I knew it she had me talking
Telling all the truths about all my past
Not quute sure how she got inside so fast

Oh man, this girl's packin
She carries it well and she's not gonna conceal
Oh boy, ain't nothin she's lackin
One of these days, gonna tell her how I feel
One of these days, gonna tell her how I feel

She took my hand and walked me to the dance floor,
And when the music stopped, she asked for more
She never stopped smilin, cept when I touched that gun
Looked at me and said, "hey, watch your hands, hun"

Oh man, this girl's packin
She carries it well and she's not gonna conceal
Oh boy, ain't nothin she's lackin
One of these days, gonna tell her how I feel
One of these days, gonna tell her how I feel

By the end of the night, she had captured me
Not quite like I'd planned, but I was feeling happy
Thought for sure she was gonna take me home
But she holstered her gun, and walked out alone

Oh man, this girl's packin
She carries it well and she's not gonna conceal
Oh boy, ain't nothin she's lackin
One of these days, gonna tell her how I feel
One of these days, gonna tell her how I feel

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