Lyric Myster Juice

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