He is a bandit , he was born in the West
he is a gangster , with a dangerous gun.
I am not innocent , but still afraid
that he will be rude and bring me harm.
He uses bad words , he visits saloons
he sings beeing drunk about Ireland and freedom
I am so shocked , wanna to run
far far away out of his craziness.
but when he smiles - he is devil himself
I lose my controll , I am utterly speechless.
I care for nothing, but give him a kiss.
Love him and care till he is living.
He is a bandit, he was born in the West
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