Here she comes, she's crazy
But she knows the scene
She carries an automatic pistol
But she ain't got no magazine
Run for cover, run for cover
She's the kinda thing I was warned of by my mother
Automatic lover, automatic lover
Well, here I am outta my brain
Everything's comin' back round again
But there you are, movin' real, real fast
It's a long, long night, I don't think you're gonna last
Run for cover, run for cover
She's the kinda thing I was warned of by my mother
Automatic lover, automatic lover
Automatic in her hand
She wants to wear the pants
There's something wrong here, honey
Won't you give me half a chance
Automatic lover, automatic lover
You talk about this or that glory
But me, honey, yeah, I'm a different story
Yeah, when you get mad an' start countin' up to ten
I'm outta that door and on the street again
Run for cover, run for cover
She's the kinda thing I was warned of by my mother
