You 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