* No promises no debts
I′m not into false feelin's of self-pity
And I don′t cry that much
But I feel like a cripple
Little orphan that's lost his little crutch
Isn't it true she′s lyin′ suicidal fool
Always testin' her luck
And when I′m with her
I wanna be without her again
As soon as I can before I get stuck
Need her to make my life more complicated
Need her to get myself all constipated
Need her like a knife stickin' in my back
Need her to get me off the right track
I need her chokin′ me to the death
Missles and rockets hidden in her pockets
And I'm tryin′ to stay out a range
But she says I'm an amateuristic son of a bitch
And she scores another point again
When she slams the door behind her
And I know I won't see her for at least another month or so
My blood starts boilin′ and I feel like screamin′
That I goddamn need her so
But when I'm with her
I wanna be without her again
As soon as I can
That′s the way it always goes with Anita
Writer(s): Barry Hay, George Kooymans, Rinus Gerritsen, Cesar Zuiderwijk Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
