Jump the Gun
Boot on the start line, pistol in the air;
'Quila in the glass, and a cold dead stare.
Two minutes in baby: make your move;
If you won't do it, I'll do it for you.
I ain't waiting on you,
I ain't waiting for you.
I jumped the gun! Oh, here I go again;
I'm the one, don't know when to say "when".
Here for fun, I wasn't looking for a friend;
Now we're kissing under covers,
And it's all just because I jumped the gun.
Checkers on the flag, time to pay the tab;
Hopping in a cab, it's time to be bad.
Cigarette smoke, lipstick on your face;
My place or yours, I'm good either way.
Oh, babe, my meter's running;
Oh, baby, are you coming?
I jumped the gun, oh, here I go again;
I'm the one, don't know when to say "when".
Here for fun, I wasn't looking for a friend;
Now we're kissing under covers,
And it's all just because I jumped the gun...
I woke up in the morning, pounding in my head;
Three empty bottles, no sheets on the bed.
Baby rolled over, and this is what he said...
He said: "Babe, I think I love you."
Jump the gun! Oh, here I go again;
I'm the one, don't know when to say "when".
Now we're kissing under covers,
And it's all just because
I couldn't keep it in my pocket,
Lit the fuse to the rocket,
And I'm sinning while I'm winning,
Nights ending but beginning,
And we'll see the rising sun...
Because I jumped the gun.
Boot on the start line, pistol in the air;
'Quila in the glass, oh, here I go again...
Lzzy Hale
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