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 be 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 not my fault It just means all the sweet things I've got to say Come along with a grain of salt (Instrumental) 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