bob's songs

Love’s the perfect recipe for confusion
It has you doubting every word but then you’re jumping to conclusions
When I see her there across the room
I catch a glance and think I’ll make my move
But then I’m frozen I’m a tongue tied fool
I’m so bamboozled

I’m bamboozled when we meet
So bamboozled, I can’t speak
I’m knocked out on my feet—she’s got me so bamboozled

Love can make you see things clearly But then drive you to distraction
It can grab you by the hair and throw you down Or it can spur you into action
I’ve been told I’ve got a way with words
Indeed I’m told I’m quite the raconteur
But then I see her and I’m all a blur
I’m so bamboozled

I’m bamboozled when we meet
So bamboozled, I can’t speak
I’m knocked out on my feet—I’m so bamboozled

Solo?

I’m not sure that I can stand much more of this
It’s death by a thousand cuts she kills me bit by bit