Need Her - Golden Earring

I’m not into false feelin’s of self-pity

And I don’t cry that much

But I feel like a cripple

Little orphan that’s lost his little crutch

Isn’t it true she’s 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

I need her chokin' me to the death

Missles 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 with Anita