Bitter Side Of Sweet
(Clint Black/Hayden Nicholas)

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