Baby Eyes کے بول

Go, go, go Year of the rat, last of the litter Somebody shot the babysitter They say my middle name is Danger The kind you keep away from strangers I say whoa-oh-oh Im out of control Well, baby, when I see your pretty face I say, whoa-oh-oh God rest your fucking soul 'Cause, baby, baby, I was born to kill I pulled the trigger for the shooting stars I am the motor in your crashing car I am the cherub in the arab spring I am the bullet in your magazine I'm say, whoa-oh-oh I'm out of control Well, baby, when I see your pretty face I say whoa-oh-oh God rest your fucking soul 'Cause, baby, baby eyes Well, baby, baby eyes Well, baby, baby, I was born to kill