HE'S THERE LEANING UP AGAINST HIS TRUCK|IN A TSHIRT WITH A TATTOO SAYIN BORN TO RUN|AND THROUGH HIS SUNGLASSES I CAN TELL HE'S SET HIS SIGHTS ON ME|HE TAKES HIS AIM AND HE COCKS A SMILE|AND FLICKS HIS CIGARETTE IN TRUE BAD BOY STYLE|IT'S GUYS LIKE HIM THAT MAKE ME THINK THAT THERE'S GOTTA BE||CHORUS|A TARGET ON MY HEART|HIS FINGERS ON THE TRIGGER AND THE GUN IS LOADED|HE'S GONNA BLOW IT APART|AND LEAVE ME IN PIECES I JUST KNOW IT|I'M NOT TALKING CUPID'S ARROW|HE'S GOT SMOKE COMING OFF THE BARREL|AND I'M AN EASY MARK|I'VE GOT A TARGET ON MY HEART||NOW I'M JUST WAITING FOR THE HAMMER TO HIT|AND THERE'S NOTHING I CAN DO BUT|HOPE THAT HE MISSES |CAUSE HE'S THE KIND THAT'S ONLY IN IT FOR ONE DANCE|AND I KNOW I DON'T|STAND A CHANCE ||CHORUS||BRIDGE|AND DODGING HIS BULLET'S LIKE DODGING THE RAIN|THERE'S AIN'T NO WAY||CHORUS||TAG|A TARGET ON MY HEART ' YEAH, YEAH|A TARGET ON MY HEART MY HEART|ON MY HEART|