She wont speak to me
Wont speak
And its all my own fault

Baby Im afraid to let you know
They stole the show and towed the rowboat
Though slow
Were on the go like rabbits in the snow

Baby Im a lonely kind of man
Like a rapper with a forty in his hand
I cant stand
When you talk about that other man

Every day I watch the tv shows
Its getting so I know the shows hosts
I dont boast
Maybe I should try and make the most

Im 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