(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