From the Album:
* Paradise in distress
Donât try to put the blame on me
Every night I come stealinâ home
You keep thinkinâ Iâve been drinkinâ
I been missinâ you â no - no
Damn sherrif ainât no friend of mine
Hand-cuffinâ my good times
Got no pity â show no mercy
Sure makes me think of you
Heâs so uptight
Downtown â canât get enough
Of the way I pay for love
Cause Iâm ready â I got plenty
Whoâs complaininâ when thereâs more than enough!
A deck of cards and a pair of dice
Make me feel twice as nice
The wheelâs spinninâ and Iâm winninâ
âTil I walk through the door
Like I said before:
Itâs bad news to fall in love (3x)
With a mean motherfucker
Half dead âtil the afternoon
Wake up feelinâ cruel
You donât get it â I just said it
Pour the booze and fetch my silver spoon
Donât mind beinâ critical
This love thingâs pitiful
Why donât you let it
Fade and forget it
Iâm bad news for a girl like you
And Iâm warninâ you
