Need Her (G. Kooymans/B. Hay/R. Gerritsen/C. Zuiderwijk) 1979

No Promises… No Debts

I’m not into false feelings of self-pity and I don’t cry that much
But I feel like a cripple, a little orphan that lost his little crutch
Isn’t true she’s a lyin’ suicidal fool, always testin’ her luck
And when I’m with her, I wanna be without her again
As soon as I can before I get stuck

Need her to make my life more complicated
Need her to get myself all constipated
Need her like a knife stickin’ in my back
Need her to get me off the right track
Need her, need her, need her chokin’ me to death

Need her to make my life more complicated
Need her to get myself all constipated
Need her like a knife stickin’ in my back
Need her to get me off, get me off the right track
Need her, need her, need her, need her chokin’ me to death

Missiles and rockets hidden in her pockets and I’m tryin’ to stay out a range
But she says I’m an amateuristic son of a bitch and she scores another

point again
When she slams the door behind her
And I know I won’t see her for at least another month or so
My blood starts boilin’ and I feel like screamin’ that I goddamn need her so
But when I’m with her, I wanna be without her again as soon as I can
That’s the way it always goes, that’s the way it always goes,

that’s the way it always goes
Need her, need her…
That’s the way it always goes
Need her, need her