Lyrics:

You give me loving but you dish it up like soup in a ladle
You speak of loving but you're talkin' 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 be 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

What is wrong with you?
I might be 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 be the same but that ain't good news