[Verse 1]
I do a lot of things
I wouldn't normally do
To distract myself
From the thought of you
I don't have the space
Inside of my mind
To lie, to fabricate
Inner selfs on the line

[Chorus]
I just want whatever scraps she doesn't want
And has to spare
Like a dog, I'm at the table
Desperately I want you here
But now I'm looked at by her
In a much different light
Not the one she gives attention to
Maybe another night
Yeah


[Verse 2]
Some would say I'm a bitch
It's been a little while now
But I still can't sit with it
Who could blame?
If you had this passion for a dame
I'm sure you'd feel the same
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