Go on, myself I’m cold, still stainless My gla** half full All we said, don’t stop for no fools Serpents, daydreams I’ll bite, you’ll call me lovely Got a sweet-tooth Gonna get the sugar from you.(weapon) When they say I’m a machine gun I’ll take it as a compliment Honey I can be your weapon I can be your weapooon. Call me cold blood, selfish Your words are painless I like when I drive and it feels so dangerous They say I’m a red flag ’cause they want it so bad You should know I’m holding on to your hand. When they say I’m a machine gun I’ll take it as a compliment Honey I can be your weapooon I can be your weapooon Your weaponnn.