The Final Shot
Even missing the target a lot,
I was always shooting and scrambling.
There was an obsession in my thought
that kept me ever wandering and rambling.
And though I'd never won a jackspot,
that was ok 'cause it was just gambling.
But regarding to this final shot,
I cannot miss, not even be shambling.
What is this shot I'm talking about?
My attempt to get you in my bed,
in my life 'til death, I have no doubt.
For you I'll do all the things I've said,
I'll tell you the truth, show my hideout,
and, yeah, I will lose some candies out.