I don't have time for love My gun's enough Please call my bluff You just get all caught up You think you're tough but you'll Return to dust I'm going to have to see him again It will be bittersweet maybe less for him He never really saw me die But when he thought I was going there were tears in his eyes It never really crossed my mind He might be in love, I was willfully blind Besides, I'm the one that told him to stay It's not fair, but it's cold in space I don't have time for love My gun's enough Please call my bluff You just get all caught up You think you're tough but you'll Return to dust I wonder if he'll recognize I was involved & his foe survived I'm not one for playing both sides But, that's too many credits to let it ride Plus, I get an extra forty percent If no one else is cognizant Battle to the death, whoever is left Can savor his last breath, I'll savor the check I don't have time for love My gun's enough Please call my bluff You just get all caught up You think you're tough but you'll Return to dust I don't have time for love My gun's enough Please call my bluff You just get all caught up You think you're tough but you'll Return to dust

So foolish, they never learn You gotta see through the yearn One pilot, similar to the rest You'd think he'd learn, shot straight through the chest Nevertheless, I look good in that dress And suppressed his power to second guess I was even on the flight deck I brought the drink, he still didn't suspect Two mercs don't cost too much To work a ship outta that fool's clutch Send him to the infirmary, then I'll make Genius work for me (complete take) Go get the ship. Those mercs better fly If not, they don't get paid and both die So sad they have to play the role in the drama Those two should have invested in better armor It's talent you need. I don't come cheap They get it in docking bays or even in hyper-sleep The credits better be ready when it's complete Deliver the currency. Results are your receipt Generally speaking, I hate military But he loves cash and his allegiances vary As long as I get paid it's their concern Enough battles, you'd think he would have learned Nevertheless, put on the next dress They continue writing checks with eyes on the breasts Simple minded...easily blinded Priorities always out of alignment I get the package. It seems like a waste to deliver the goods without having a taste Either way I'll be able to cash out Bounty hunters, easy to catch on the last route They head to stations with capture verification Collect their compensation then rest and relaxation Not only is the contract paid I'll empty his cargo hold, perfectly played It's talent you need. I don't come cheap They get it in docking bays or even in hyper-sleep The credits better be ready when it's complete Deliver the currency. Results are your receipt It's talent you need. I don't come cheap They get it in docking bays or even in hyper-sleep The credits better be ready when it's complete Deliver the currency. Results are your receipt

The Ruse The sex appeal is a test of wills Confused I'm not obligated just underestimated Abused I'm not here to coddle I'm straight from the bottle You Lose My one occupation is singular compensation My facial expression mimics the lesson That space is ice cold. It's tough to grow old I exist as a recluse I avoid the refuse I shoot first. Put guns to good use Any quadrant you need a solvent, It's all mine Any target you need bombarded, it's nullified Just the the money waiting, it's not a game If any fragments are absent, you get the flame The Ruse The sex appeal is a test of wills Confused I'm not obligated just underestimated Abused I'm not here to coddle I'm straight from the bottle You Lose My one occupation is singular compensation I got the T-19 Hyper-drive...too fast Centillion core upgrade to do the math Plasma fused rail-gun projectile blasts And solar panel hot tub plates...I like a bath My ship's a tracer...Hunter Pursuit class She's quick, but will put a foot in your ass I'm in pursuit, but it's not what you think I'll empty the chamber & your pockets don't blink The Ruse The sex appeal is a test of wills Confused I'm not obligated just underestimated Abused I'm not here to coddle I'm straight from the bottle You Lose My one occupation is singular compensation