Chris Isaak — Suspicion of Love

Picked me up at eight o'clock Took me down the station Went through every file they had I finally made an identification Picked her out of a thousand faces Swear I could tell by the smile Broke down, started crying He put his hand on my shoulder "It'll be alright in a while" Suspicion of love Love Suspicion of love Love I said, "Go easy on her if you can She treats me bad, that's just her way" He said, "Son, why don't you let me deal with this? I see these women everyday" Suspicion of love Love Suspicion of love Love How come she's runnin' hey? How come she hurt me this way? Suspicion of love Suspicion Picked me up at eight o'clock Took me by the station Went through every file they had I finally made an identification Suspicion of love Love Suspicion of love Love Suspicion Suspicion Love Love Suspicion Suspicion