Bob Dylan - Positively 4th Street Lyrics
You got a lotta nerveTo say you are my friendWhen I was downYou just stood there grinningYou got a lotta nerveTo say you gota helping hand to lendYou just want to be onThe side thats winningYou say I let you downYou know its not like thatIf youre so hurtWhy then dont you show itYou say you lost your faithBut thats not where its atYou had no faith to loseAnd you know itI know the reasonThat you talk behind my backI used to be among the crowdYoure in withDo you take me for such a foolTo think Id make contactWith the one who tries to hideWhat he dont know to begin withYou see me on the streetYou always act surprisedYou say, how are you? good luckBut you dont mean itWhen you know as well as meYoud rather see me paralyzedWhy dont you just come out onceAnd scream itNo, I do not feel that goodWhen I see the heartbreaks you embraceIf I was a master thiefPerhaps Id rob themAnd now I know youre dissatisfiedWith your position and your placeDont you understandIts not my problemI wish that for just one timeYou could stand inside my shoesAnd just for that one momentI could be youYes, I wish that for just one timeYou could stand inside my shoesYoud know what a drag it isTo see you
