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[mynewplace]

Whatcha doin' here baby?
Nuthin' left here to see
I don' have much to say
Since my muse ran away
I don' write about you anymore 

Whatcha lookin' for baby?
I had all yer answers
Just like I have my own.
Trouble is, I don' pay no mind to my own words
I just hand out candy advice
To the women cryin' around me
"What's wrong with me? Why don' he want me?"

What can I tell 'em baby?
All I have is the truth 
He's a loser 
You're too good
And a little bit of hope 
You'll find somebody
That hope - it's the same color as truth
And it sounds just as sweet
But it's saccharin
So the bitterness lingers.

Cause the truth is changin'
There ain't a man
For every woman no more
There's somethin' in the water
Makin' men cling
To their mommy's skirts

No sense comin' here baby.
I ain't got nuthin' for ya
Just that same ol' love
That let you cling to my curves
When you were spinnin' outta control.

Nuthin' you want, baby.
So run along home
Be a good boy
And mind yer mommy

Comments

[ar-wahan.livejournal.com]

That is so sad to read . . . but I know it's what you see as truth.

[sapphirescarlet.livejournal.com]

I hope that I'm only seeing it as truth as it relates to certain people, or certain relationships. I'm still working on my own truth.