She had the word, had the way
The way of letting you (know)
She knew the game, called the play
Oh, she hit me low
Said: "Now You go your way, I'll go mine
And that's a start"
Doctor, doctor, ain't no cure
For pain in my heart
Gimme a bullet to bite on
Something chew
Gimme a bullet to bite on
And I make believe
I 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 distant lips
On the telephone
Come tomorrow, come grips
With being all alone
Gimme a bullet to bite on
Something (to chew)
Gimme a bullet to bite on
And I make believe
I make believe it's you
Bullet to bite on
give me a bullet to bite on
come on now
yeah yeah give me a bullet
oh no a bullet to chew
i make believe its you
i make believe its you
give me a bullet to bite on
oh your a bullet baby
i want a bullet to bite on
hun let me know