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 shelfs on the line 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 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 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 Take a walk Don't look back No one's looking at you now Yeah, that's a fact