Show and tell

Today I got a gun
Iíve been looking at it for days
Itís cold and feels like steel

I like my gun
I caress it
And hold it
Clean it and keep it nice and shiny
Every time I touch it I tingle

Iíll become one with it
Give it a name
Sleep with it
And train with it
It'll become part of me

My little gun
Can hold twelve little friends
That travel at 67 meters per seconde

My little gun

Could I only be the bullet
Heading straight for its target
Instead of the gun
Stuck in my hand