Archie Bronson - Dart For My Sweetheart

One is a gun with a dart for my sweetheart
Two, only you can remove such an ache so
Three, let me see what you've got
What you're made of, what you're not
Four is sore, just a ripped and bloodied claw

Dart for my sweetheart

Five is a bunching fist that's within me
Six, little stitches thread through my heart
Seven, shining reasons tearing us apart
Eight, lose your hate, it's a game Come on, love me, it's your fate

Dart for my sweetheart
Dart for my sweetheart

Nine, cold crimes in the night, please forgive me
Ten are the tears that are frozen on your face
Eleven, I know I'm not your favorite man
Twelve, I'll take you like only I can

Dart for my sweetheart
Dart for my sweetheart