Pete McCormack - Chesterfields (I Want Her) Lyrics

She keeps a plan in her head
She owns a six-function knife
She keeps a gun by her bed, yeah
She takes it out when she's bored with life

And I want her, I want her, I-I-I-I-I
I want her, I want her, I-I-I-I-I
I want her, I want her, ay

She owns a .42 bat
She is the neighbourhood thug, yeah
She isn't solid, she's fat, she's a fat cat
She beats my body like a back door rug
She turn a blue sky to black
She turn a hand to a fist
She offers verbal attack with her yack, yack, yack
She never offers her kiss

And I want her, I want her, I-I-I-I-I
I want her, I want her, I-I-I-I-I
I want her, I want her, ay

I've been sleeping on chesterfields
I've been living on Malt-o-Meal
I've been reading Norman Vincent Peale
I've given up on record deals

She takes a handgun out back
For reasons nobody knows, no
She downs a twenty-four pack
She shoots at cats, dogs, rodents and crows

And I want her, I want her, I-I-I-I-I
I want her, I want her, I-I-I-I-I
I want her, I want her, I-I-I-I-I
I want her, I want her, ay!
Sweet love, sweet love, sweet love
I want her
I want her, I want her
I want, I want, I want, I want, I want her
I want her, I want her, I-I-I-I-I
I want her, want her, want her, want her, want her, want her, want her!