Lovely little lady, you've got me on the run
You're a love machine and you say that I'm your gun
But I don't care, cause I've got to know
You said you were a loser, the kind that came up rusted
So I had to try hard to satisfy your thirst
But I don't care, cause I've got to know
The only time she's happy is when the bullets fly
and she'll make you feel you're better than any other guy
But I don't care, cause I've got to know
Lovely little lady, you've got me on the run
You're a love machine and I'm trying to be your gun