Here she comes, she's crazy But she knows the scene She carries an automatic pistol She ain't got no magazine
Run for cover, run for cover She's the kinda thing I was warned of by my mother
Automatic lover
Well here I am Outta my brain Everything's coming Back round again
Well there you are Moving real-real fast It's a long-long night I don't think you're gonna last
Run for cover, run for cover She's the kinda thing I was warned of by my mother
Automatic lover
Automatic in her hand She wants to wear the pants There's something wrong here, honey Won'tcha give me half a chance? I said
Automatic lover
I talk about This or that glory But you, honey You’re a different story
Well when you get mad An' start countin' up to ten I'm outta that door An' on the streets again
Run for cover, run for cover She's the kinda thing I was warned of by my mother
Automatic lover
Something, something on my mind I wanna beat people up instead of treating them kind I’m winding myself up real-real tight Feel like dead in the morning, like a dog at night
Automatic lover
My sweet honey Put a hole in my head I’m a good for nothing I’d be better off dead
Run for cover, run for cover She's the kinda thing I was warned of by my mother
I said!
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