Loser

When I call you a loser

I know what I am doin'

And I call you a boozer baby

Ripple wine in the afternoon

And I call you helpless and reckless

And sometimes you're warm, Missy

A-holdin' back a summer storm

Well, I call you a loser

And I know what I am speaking of

And I call you a user

Of a martyr's advantage in a makeshift love

And I call you lazy, and crazy

And weary, and warm, Missy

A-holdin' back a summer storm

Well, I call you a loser

And girl you know why

And I call you a chooser

Of alternatives that always make you cry

And I call you wired, and tired

And seldom torn, Missy

A-holdin' back a summer storm

Well, I call you a loser

And baby you know very well why I do

And I call you a cruiser, cruiser

On daydreams that just never will come true

And I call you pensive, defensive

And lost, and forlorn, Missy

A-holdin' back a summer storm

But I'm attracted to losers

That soft little voice that I hear through the mist

And I've always loved them, I love them

It seems like I just never could resist

The lost, and misguided, and poor undecided

Who don't even know why they been born

Just like Missy

Holdin' back a summer storm