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 loose the blues I choose to flew the coop Who knew ? Is it news that you were out the loop ?     Instrumental : Dreaming is a singing of the mind And taste is just like seeing to the blind.