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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. From Letras Mania