Three’s a crowd

Double talk and scuttle butt won’t help you man
Cause you’re a fake and you’re a tease
With nothing to do but trying to please

And I don’t care but since you’re on my trail
I’ll make damn sure that you fail
Cause you’re not entitled to gain
Something that caused me pain

Pain to discover I could not love her
For she’s got better things to do
And might prefer to call on you

I’ll fight you on end might knock you down
I’ll slay you every which way I can
I’m gonna win this time
Can’t ignore this ailing heart
That’s craving for her love
Till death do us part

You win some lose some
It's downright sad
But can't afford to be lonesome
Be better off dead

© Van Lommel 1988