Time-Out Blues

Well, it’s a hard life when there’s nothin’ to do
And it’s a sad life when there’s no one to talk to
No music to dance to and I can’t go out
There’s not even an audience to watch me pout

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I got the time-out blues…yeah, the time-out blues
Just sittin’ and mopin’ on the edge of my bed
What was I thinkin’, what got into my head?
When I popped off, smart-talked, threw a little tantrum
Now I’ve lost it all
I’m sittin’ here sulkin’ with the time-out blues

It was a small toy…but it caught my eye
A very small toy…but it grew big in my mind
Was it worth fightin’ over…worth grabbin’ away?
I just couldn’t be patient…I just wanted to play

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BRIDGE
Can’t run, can’t play, can’t talk on the phone
Just bored to tears, I’m like a dog without his bone…

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