Brock Zeman girl with a gun

My girl carries a gun in her purse
She's one tough cookie she drives around in a hearse
You fall outta line she'll put you in your place
And she'll serve you up more than just a slap in the face
Blood red lips and barbed wire eyes
Grinning like a python every time she smiles
She's my little gunslinger, she's my only one
There's something so sexy about a girl with a gun
Every time we argue, every time we fight
I hear the hammer click back then I know she's right
All of my friends they say I'm weird
Because I'm in love with a girl that goes heels
She's got one in her purse, she's got one in her boot
And they're all loaded up and ready to shoot
One at her hip, one under her seat
And one in her garter from her father on her sweet sixteen
We went out on the town just the other night
And she proposed to me beneath a neon light
What the hell was I supposed to say?
I'm not sure if I'm in love or just afraid to leave