The Gun & The Gold

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