Smoking Gun

I get a constant busy signal when I call you on the phone.

I get a strong uneasy feeling you're not sitting there alone.

I'm having nasty, nasty visions and baby you're in every one, yeah.

And I'm so afraid I'm gonna find you with

a so-called smoking gun. Maybe you wanted it, you've had your fill of my kind of fun,

but you don't know how to tell me, and you know that I'm not that dumb. I put two and one together,

and we know that's not an even sum. And I know just where to catch a whiff, that well-known

smokin' gun. I'm standing here bewildered, I can't remember just what I've done. I can

I can hear the sirens whining, my eyes blinded by the sun

I know that I should be running, my heart's beating just like the drum

Now they've knocked me down and taken it, that still hot smoking gun

Yeah, yeah, still hot smoking gun

It's taking it, still hot smoke and gunna Oh, it's taking it, still hot smoke and gunna

It knocked me down, it's taking it, oh