She Asked Me How Love Gets Along With Me All By Myself.

Wonders How I Keep From Getting Dust Upon That Shelf.

She Wanted To Know How A Man Like Me Ends Up Alone, Anyway.

'Was I Breakin' All The Rules Of Love And The Games That People Play.

I Said Not Too Many Hangin' Round Of All The Ones I Meet.

In Time They Always Find That I'm On The Bitter Side Of Sweet.



She Huddled On The Gate On My Block Where I Always Catch My Bus.

An' I Hoped It Wouldn't Stop Today, There'd Just Be The Two Of Us.

But It Showed Up Like It Always Does, About Twenty Minutes Late.

I Told Her It'd Right Along But She Said She Couldn't Wait.

She Didn't Need Any Assistance In Putting Some Distance, Between Us On That Empty Street.

She Was Of A Mind, In Record Time That I'm On The Bitter Side Of Sweet.



That I Act This Was Is Really No My Fault.

It Just Means All The Sweet Things I Got To Say,

Come Along With A Grain Of Salt.



It's No Wonder I'm Not Scoring Points, I'm Always Out Of Bounds.

If Any Wise Willed Words Convince The Point, I'm Foolish By The Pound.

An' A Fool Can See No One Believes What's Rollin' Off My Tongue.

An' I've Never Seen A Recipe For Sweet Talkin' Anyone.

I Could Have Written A Book On The Lessons I Took In The Agony Of Defeat.

An Showed You All The Signs Between The Lines On The Bitter Side Of Sweet.