ou give me loving

But you dish it up like soup in a ladle

You speak of loving

But you're talking like a kid in a cradle

The word is out, 

In fact, you're someone who can see me

Oh, what is wrong with you?

Might feel the same but that ain't good news

You lose, you lose, you lose



You got me going

And I'm working like a dog on a chain gang

The way you dish it up

You make me feel a whole lot of pain babe

That anyway, try to say

Words just seem to thank you

Oh, what is wrong with you?

I might feel the same but that ain't good news



In those things you say

You seem to want to play like a voodoo

You could be clever

They would say you fit the part, I say you do

You cook me plain mistakes

Dish you up and serve you on the TV.

Not me, but shall I state it, overate it

Your time and place is big see, see, see, see

Oh, what is wrong with you?

I might feel the same but that ain't good news