Lyrics Sharpshooter - Whitford/St. Holmes

All day readin' all your magazines
Thinkin' that you got it made
You're dressed to kill you're going out tonight
Bringin' on your limousines
Yeah alright, the girl that made you now
Every trick in the book
Lookin' sharp, you're feelin' heat
Like some cat on a hot tin roof

Sharpshooter
Thinkin' that you got it made
Sharpshooter
(Leave her at the light for dead)?

Quick as a shot
You think you're hot
You're stealy as you start the night
You're goin' downtown
Lookin' mighty clean
When you wish to take a shot
It's alright, your girl that made you now
Every trick in the book
Feelin' heat, look so sharp
Like some cat on a hot tin roof

Well, alright, it's okay, tonight
Yes, make you number one
It's alright, it's okay
But we think you dropped the gun
So right, so dead
Yeah...

Sharpshooter
Thinkin' that you got it made
Sharpshooter
Thinkin' that you'll win the race

All day readin' all your magazines
Thinkin' that you got it made
You're dressed to kill you're going out tonight
Bringin' on your limousines
You're alright, your girl that made you now
Every trick in the book
Feel so sharp, lookin' heat
Like some cat on a hot tin roof

Well, alright, it's okay, tonight
You think you're number one
It's alright, it's okay
But we think you dropped the gun
It's alright, it's okay

Sharpshooter
Take another moment to please
Sharpshooter
Lookin' for another to tease
Sharpshooter
Thinkin' that you got it made
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Thinkin' that you'll win the race
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