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.