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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 way is really not 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

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