Smoking Gun

I get a constant busy signal when I call you on the phone

I get a strong uneasy feeling, you're not sitting there alone

I'm having nasty, nasty visions and baby, you're in every one, yeah

And I'm so afraid I'm gonna find you with a so-called smoking gun

Maybe you want to end it, you've had your fill of my kind of fun

But you don't know how to tell me and you know that I'm not that dumb

I put 2 and 1 together and we know that's not an even sum

And I know just when to catch you with that well known smoking gun

I'm standing here bewildered, I can't remember just what I've done

I can hear the sirens whining, my eyes blinded by the sun

I know that I should be running, my heart's beating just like the drum

Now they've knocked me down and taken it, a still hot smoking gun

Yeah, still hot smoking gun

They've taken it, still hot smoking gun

Oh they've taken it still hot smoking gun

They've knocked me down and taken it