Elektra  (Words and Music by Rick Springfield) Elektra, Elektra I thought that I was your number one Elektra, Elektra Watcha gonna do with that machine gun? Elektra! Elektra, there's better ways to end our sad affair This way puts me in the ground-- With you in the electric chair Elektra, Elektra I thought that I was your number one Elektra, Elektra Watcha gonna do with that machine gun? Elektra! You're no Bonnie, I'm no Clyde There's no way you fit the role Let me leave with a pain in my heart And not a bullet hole Elektra, Elektra! Electra! Elektra I'll betcha you can't make me run I've got a big surprise, it's called a 12-gauge shotgun! Elektra, Elektra, Elektra, Elektra Elektra, Elektra I thought that I was your number one Elektra, Elektra Watcha gonna do with that machine gun? (that machine gun, that machine gun)