I can’t feel for you or tell you what to do
It’s something you’ve got to understand
It’s out of my hand
Sorry won’t do or begging please
It won’t be through with you until you’re on your knees
Chorus:
You feel like crying; you feel like dying
Sorry this time it’s not the sweet wine
Taste of bitter love
That’s what you got
Taste of bitter love, that’s what you got
Till now your life’s been sugar and spice
Cloudy days were something you never knew
Lucky you
It’s funny how the tables turn
It’s a hard pill to swallow, but I guess you had to learn
Repeat Chorus
Yessss 1980 , good memories being out side playing back then and the adults would have the radios outside and this would be blaring , good times in the summer