Dish It Up

You give me loving

But you dish it up like soup in a ladle

You speak of loving

But you're talking like a kid in a cradle

The word is out,

In fact, you're someone who can see me

Oh, what is wrong with you?

Might feel the same but that ain`t good news

You lose, you lose, you lose

You got me going

And I'm working like a dog on a chain gang

The way you dish it up

You make me feel a whole lot of pain babe

That anyway, try to say

Words just seem to thank you

Oh, what is wrong with you?

I might feel the same but that ain`t good news

In those things you say

You seem to want to play like a voodoo

You could be clever

They would say you fit the part, I say you do

You cook me plain mistakes

Dish you up and serve you on the TV.

Not me, but shall I state it, overate it

Your time and place is big see, see, see, see

Oh, what is wrong with you?

I might feel the same but that ain`t good news