Bitter Side Of Sweet

Bitter Side Of Sweet - Clint Black

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

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