First Choice The Player

The Player

First Choice

Lyrics




Cold-blooded son of a gun, that's what he is (Yeah)
He'll shoot you down (Shoot you down)
Right down to the ground (Down to the ground)
Cold-blooded son of a gun, that's what he is (Yeah, yeah)
He'll shoot you down (Shoot you down)
Right down to the ground (Down to the ground)
Cold-blooded son of a gun, that's what he is (Oh yeah)
He'll shoot you down (Down, down)
Right down to the ground (Ground, yeah)
Cold-blooded son of a gun, that's what he is (That's what he is)
He'll shoot you down (Shoot you down)
Right down to the ground (Yeah)
Cold-blooded son of a gun, that's what he is (Yeah)
He'll shoot you down (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Right down to the ground (Yeah, yeah)
Cold-blooded son of a gun, that's what he is (Yeah)
He'll shoot you down (Yeah, yeah)
Right down to the ground
'Cause he's a player (Player)
He'll get next to you (Oh yeah)
He'll shoot you down (Player)
Right down to the ground
'Cause he's a player
He'll get next to you (Oh yeah)
He'll shoot you down (Shoot you down)
Right down to the ground (Yeah, yeah, yeah)


Writer(s): Norman Harris, Allan Felder Copyright: Reservoir 416
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