Everybody's waiting in a line for you To take thier turn to get to you All those fancy lines and pink champagne All those diamonds driving you insane I ain't got much, just my love in touch To get through to you I'd need too much You're lucky little girl and so you abuse Till you use it all up and then you blow a fuse Whactha gonna do when your luck runs out Gonna pull out your hair Whactha gonna do when your luck runs out I'll be there, here I am To work it out You're the kinda girl my momma warned me about Gotta have it your way, baby ain't no doubt Your love will cost me more than I can pay But you taste so good, I can't give it away I feel a rush when I feel your touch When you look at me, girl, well it's just too much I wanna be your man, so whatcha gonna do My heart's in your hands, don't break in two Whatcha gonna do when your luck runs out Gonna pull out your hair Whatcha gonna do when your luck runs out I'll be thre, here I am To work it out