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 And I'm so afraid they're gonna catch you with That so-called smoking gun Maybe you want to end it You've had your fill with my kind of fun But you don't know how to tell me And you know that I'm not that dumb I put two and one together And you know that's not an even sum And I know just where to catch you with That so-called 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 taking it That still hot smoking gun They've knocked me down They've taken it That still hot smoking gun