Loser Songtext
von Bob Lind

When I call you a loser
I know what I′m doing
And I call you a boozer, baby
Ripple wine in the afternoon
And I call you helpless, and reckless, and sometimes you're warm, Missy
Holding back a summer storm
Well, I call you a loser
And I know what I′m speaking of
And I call you a user
Of a martyr's advantage in a makeshift love
And I call you lazy, and crazy, and weary, and warm, Missy
Holding back a summer storm
Well, I call you a loser
And, girl, you know why
And I call you a chooser
Of alternatives that always make you cry


And I call you wired, and tired, and seldom torn, Missy
Holding back a summer storm
Well, I call you a loser
And, baby, you know very well why I do
And I call you a cruiser, cruiser
On daydreams that just never will come true
And I call you pensive, defensive, and lost, and forlorn, Missy
Holding back a summer storm
But I'm attracted to losers
That soft little voice that I hear through the mist
And I′ve always loved them, I love them
It seems like I just never could resist
The lost, and misguided, and poor undecided
Who don′t even know why they been born
Just like Missy
Holding back a summer storm