He said, "Get on your knees and do what you're told"
He had his hand on the gun, his eyes on the gold
And I was the gold, I was the prize
But I wasn't gonna fold at an easy price
I was paralyzed on the hardwood floor
I couldn't find my voice, I couldn't find the door
So I prayed to God he'd burn in hell
Oh, and what he did I'll never tell
When midnight came, he was fast asleep
I tiptoed slowly and the floorboard creaked
But I had his gun, it was everything I needed
Oh, the joy I felt as he begged and pleaded
I said, "Get on your knees and do what you're told"
I had my hands on the gun, my eyes on the gold
And I took my time, I aimed real good
And I shot him where a smart girl would
