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]
CHORUS
Bullet to bite on