Mystery 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 loose 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