Teksty: Shawn Mullins. 9th Ward Pickin' Parlor. Solitaire.

Baby, don't you know
I hate it when you cry
When your tears fall down I feel like I could die
Or disappear that's the fear that you have
But you've got to follow your own path

I've always been told the tighter that you hold
You might just squeeze the life right out of your own soul
Love can take its toll on your heart
Why cant you finish what you start?

Love is cruel, baby
love ain't fair
And there ain't no map or book of rules to get you there

It's just a friendly game of solitaire

Love is cruel, baby
Love ain't fair
And there ain't no map or book of rules to get you there
It's just a friendly game of solitaire

Baby, cant you see
To love a man like me
You've got to be crazier than any girl could ever be