She had the word Had the way The way of letting me know [the way of letting you know] She knew the game Called the play Oh she hit me low She said, 'Now you go your way I'll go mine And that's a start' Doctor, doctor Ain't no cure For the pain in my heart
CHORUS: 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 me all alone [with being all alone]