Letras: Stephen Stills. The Love Gangster.

Have you got a feelin' botherin' you like a bumble bee?
Give yourself room for breathin', love you till you're fit to be
Tied, do you need a place to hide

Can you be believin' what they told you yesterday?
Looks can be deceivin', you look like you're runnin' anyway
Why, if you don't stop you'll die

Everyone lookin' at my girl, everyone thinkin' 'bout my girl, so tough
Everyone birdoggin' at my girl

You can take her if you got enough
You better fly,' cause the love gangster gonna make you cry

Policeman on the corner another one down the street
Kinda makes you wonder what you gonna do with your feet
An' it ain't no lie, everybody gonna need a place to hide