SINGER: Clint Black

SONG:Bitter Side Of Sweet

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.