Lyrics:

(A. Young M. Young B.Scott) She had the word Had the way The way of letting me know She knew the game Called the play She hit me low Said now you go your way I'll go mine And that's the start Doctor, doctor Ain't no cure For the pain in my heart Gimme a bullet to bite on, something to chew Gimme a bullet to bite on, and I'll make believe I'll make believe it's you Don't need no drink Don't need no drug Don't need no sympathy Sooner or later Send me a bill For what she's doing to me Operator Long distance lips On the telephone Come tomorrow Come to grips With being all alone Gimme a bullet to bite on, something to chew Gimme a bullet to bite on, and I'll make believe I'll make believe it's you A bullet to bite on Gimme a bullet to bite on Come on now Gimme a bullet to bite on Bullet to chew I'll make the lady chew I'll make the lady chew Gimme a bullet to bite on You're a bullet baby I want a bullet to bite on