Automatic Lover Paroles

Run for cover, run for cover,
She's the kinda thing I was warned of by my mother

Well here I am,
Outta my brain.
Everything's comin',
Back round again.

Well there you are,
Movin' real real fast,
It's a long long night,
I don't think you're gonna last.

Automatic in her hand,
She wants to wear the pants.
There's something wrong here honey,
Won'tcha give me half a chance

You talk about, When you get mad,
An' start countin' up to ten,
I'm outta that door,
An' on the streets again