Desperate for You Lyrics

What's up? What's up? What's up motherfucker?
I think I call your bluff
Who's there? Who's there?
I think I know, but I don't think I care
Came in on the Flyer honey, 1952
I ain't for hire for money so I'll tell you what I'll do

I'm gonna be a gangster, a gangster of love
I might not be Al Capone, but I think I'll be quite good
I'm all I got right now, so what are we gonna do?
I think I'm a desperado, desperate for you

Way cool, way cool
I don't talk like this, but I like to bend the rules
Too bad, it's too bad
To think of the face of a man whose woman you had
Came in on the Silver Streak, 1964
I ain't for hire for money, but it sure beats being poor
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I'm gonna be an outlaw, just like Jesse James
Rob all of your banks and the occasional train
And if Bobby Ford should shoot me, I know just what you'd do
That's why I'm a desperado, desperate for you

I'm gonna blow your brains out, just like Sirhan Sirhan
You might not remember him, but believe me I sure can

Gonna be a national hero, gonna be a household name
Gonna be like a roaring wind, like a hurricane
You'll never see it coming, might not hear it too
You know I'm a desperado, desperate for you

Desperate man, you know that's me

Baby

Nobody knows the trouble I've seen
But it can be arranged