She had the word
  Had the way
  The way of letting me know
  She knew the game
  Called the play
  Oh she hit me low
  She said, "Now you go your way
  I'll go mine
  And that's a start"
  Doctor, doctor
  Ain't no cure
  For the pain in my heart
  CHORUS:
  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 me all alone
  CHORUS
  Bullet to bite on