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While in these days of quiet desperation / As I wander through the world in which I live / I search everywhere for some new inspiration / But it’s more than cold reality can give
Listen boyDon’t want to see you let a good thingSlip awayYou know I don’t like watchingAnybody make the same mistakesI madeShe’s a real nice girlAnd she’s always there for youBut a nice girl wouldn’t tell you what you should doListen boyI’m sure that you think you got it allUnder controlYou don’t want somebody telling youThe way to stay in someone’s soulYou’re a big boy nowYou’ll never let her goBut that’s just the kind of thingShe ought to knowTell her about itTell her everything you feelGive her every reason to acceptThat you’re for realTell her about itTell her all your crazy dreamsLet her know you need herLet her know how much she meansListen boyIt’s not automatically a certain guaranteeTo insure yourselfYou’ve got to provide communication constantlyWhen you love someoneYou’re always insecureAnd there’s only one good wayTo reassureTell her about itLet her know how much you careWhen she can’t be with youTell her you wish you were thereTell her about itEvery day before you leavePay her some attentionGive her something to believe’Cause now and thenShe’ll get to worryingJust because you haven’t spokenFor so longThough you may not have done anythingWill that be a consolation when she’s goneListen boyIt’s good information from a manWho’s made mistakesJust a word or two that she gets from youCould be the difference that it makesShe’s a trusting soulShe’s put her trust in youBut a girl like that won’t tell youWhat you should doTell her about itTell her everything you feelGive her every reasonTo accept that you’re for realTell her about itTell her all your crazy dreamsLet her know you need herLet her know how much she meansTell her about itTell her how you feel right nowTell her about itThe girl don’t want to wait too longYou got to tell her about itTell her now and you won’t go wrongYou got to tell her about itBefore it gets too lateYou got to tell her about itYou know the girl don’t wantTo wait–you got toTell her about it
It’s nine o’clock on a Saturday / The regular crowd shuffles in / There’s an old man sitting next to me / Making love to his tonic and gin
Roberta, you say you know me, / But I see only what you’re paid to show me. / Oh, I wish you had the time, / Oh, I wish you had the time.
You’re having a hard time and lately you don’t feel so good / You’re getting a bad reputation in your neighborhood / It’s alright, it’s alright, sometimes that’s what it takes / You’re only human, you’re allowed to make your share of mistakes