Story Behind the Song
I knew a guy..thought he was "all that"..also knew people who dated him,1 time.
Even worse then being a tidbit, acting like a real meal deal...
was being too damn dumb to know he was being dissed!
I LOVE the talking part of this one!
Thanks Rachel for helping me name it!
Lyrics
V1
Handin out your love,
like a worker in a soup kitchen.
Red and sweet,
like raw meat.
I won't fall,
for portions too small,
to feed even one.
Chorus:
Cause it's too little,
too late..YEAH..
too little ,too late.
It's like feedin scraps to the dog,
too little too late.
V2
Handin out your love,
like a hooker lookin so bitchin.
Leather black,
a midnight snack.
When I'm done,
I'll call for fun and tell you how it was.
Chorus:
Bridge:
Sometimes too little is worth the wait,
except for you my tidbit friend.
For you've nothing to loose,
so have a dog scrap..
It'll all come out in the end.
Yeah, things with you are not as they seem,
they seem..just as they are.
So keep sitting at that light that'll never turn green,
gettin a GRIP on yourself in the car.
Chorus:
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