From the Album:   * No promises no debts      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