She had the word Had the way The way of letting me 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: Gi mme 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
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