If only I had a shot at love
I would take the gun
Point it to my heart
I would spin the wheels
Of fortune or whatever luck
Until they broke
So it wouldn’t be my heart
But here I am
Gambled and lost
Cupid’s arrows
Must be catching dust
If only I had a shot at love
Catching feelings
Instead of caught by lust
Why is my heart so cold
While I always get the hots
If only I had a shot at love
I’d give you the gun
Play Russian roulette
Risk the odds