she won`t speak to me
won`t speak
and it`s all my own fault
baby i`m afraid to let you know
they stole the show and towed the rowboat
though slow
we`re on the go like rabbits in the snow
baby i`m a lonely kind of man
like a rapper with a forty in his hand
i can`t stand
when you talk about that other man
every day i watch the tv shows
it`s getting so i know the shows hosts
i don`t boast
maybe i should try and make the most
i`m always biting more than i can chew
to lose the blues i choose to flew the coop
who knew?
is it news that you were out the loop?
dreaming is a singing of the mind
and taste is like seeing to the blind
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