Plagiarist’s Blues

Strip me down to my mother: I am blind Tell on me to my father Like a child Now that it's all over Let the dogs run wild Recollection's just another Cruel device I don't want to write my own songs I want to sing everybody else's Yet there's no one Who feels quite the way I do Loving is a hard game, But don't we love to put ourselves through pain No one feels quite the way I do I have lost and loved and lost again By now I'd count a forfeit a win I was feeling half alive half the time Thinking love was just a has-been And they told me not to trust What the devil sold me But that deal was too sweet Now I got a love He's a keeper, he's a Carolina Reaper I am the misery of defeat I don't want to write my own songs I want to sing everybody else's Yet there's no one Who feels quite the way I do Loving is a hard game, But don't we love to put ourselves through pain No one feels quite the way I do Loving is a hard game, But don't we love to put ourselves through pain No one feels quite the way I do No one feels quite the way I do