The Vibrators - Automatic Lover

Automatic lover

Here she comes, she's crazy
But she knows the scene
She carries an automatic pistol
She ain't got no magazine

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

Automatic lover

Well here I am
Outta my brain
Everything's coming
Back round again

Well there you are
Moving real-real fast
It's a long-long night
I don't think you're gonna last

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

Automatic lover

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

Automatic lover

I talk about
This or that glory
But you, honey
You’re a different story

Well when you get mad
An' start countin' up to ten
I'm outta that door
An' on the streets again

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

Automatic lover

Something, something on my mind
I wanna beat people up instead of treating them kind
I’m winding myself up real-real tight
Feel like dead in the morning, like a dog at night

Automatic lover

My sweet honey
Put a hole in my head
I’m a good for nothing
I’d be better off dead

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

I said!

Automatic lover