Gangster of Love - Talking Heads

You with the cocktail in your hand

You in your red Mercedes-Benz

Goin' in one ear and out the other

Cover up the pain with laughter, baby

I’m not laughing

I’m not laughing

Hey, Al Capone

Is that who you think you are?

All the girls all around the world

Well, they wanna shake your hand

It won’t be long

You’ll need an alibi

A little bird told me what he’d heard

Is it really true?

Gangster of love

Gangster of love

I’m gonna take you for a ride

And hit you right between the eyes

You can hear the pretty music playing, well

Listen to the words, they’re saying

You can hear them calling

Hear them calling

Hey, Al Capone

You’ll need a bodyguard

Just like that

You’ll be laid out flat with a broken heart

I shot you down

Who’s gonna help you now?

Valentine’s day

Better hope and pray

They’ll be tearing you apart

Gangster of love

Gangster of love

Gangster of love

Gangster of love

I hear conversations

In restaurants and bars

I read all the papers

And what they say is wrong

It’s such a fine, fine line

Such a fine, fine line

Gangster of love

Gangster of love

Gangster of love

Gangster of love

Gangster of love

Gangster of love

Gangster of love

Gangster of love