How does it feel now you've been undressed. by a man with a mind like the gutter press. So disappointed to find it's no big sin. Lying skin to skin. Chorus:. Shot with his own gun. Now dad is keeping mum. Shot with his own gun. Now somebody has to pay for the one who got away. What's on his mind now is anyone's guess. Losing his touch with each caress. Spending ev'ry evening looking so appealing. He comes without warning. Leaves without feeling. Chorus. On your marks man ready set. Let's get loaded and forget. The little corporal got in the way. And he got hit by an emotional ricochet. It's a bit more now than dressing up dolly. Playing house seems so melancholy. Chorus. Oh it's too sad to be true. Your blue murder's killing you.