No Great Shakes - Webb Wilder

Why you let me get this close, I can’t say

Close but no cigar, is still too far away

If I reach for you

Will you run?

If I tag along

Will I spoil the fun?

If I play it cool

Will you think I’m playin' dumb?

My mind tumbles when I talk to you

You wouldn’t think it would be so hard to do

You’re a nightingale, I’m a mockingbird

Every song I sing is a song you’ve heard

When it comes to love I just ain’t got the words

I’m no great Shakes at reading your mind

No great Shakes at sayin' my lines

Show me a sign, give me a clue

Tell me what it takes to get through to you

The crystal ball ain’t all it’s cracked up to be

Psychic hotline?

Hell that’s way too deep for me

But there’s no lip service I won’t pay

No cliche that I won’t say

There’s no rhyme that I won’t lay on you

Still I’m no great Shakes at reading your mind

No great Shakes at standin' in line

Give me a sign, show me a clue

Tell me what it takes to get through to you

(instrumental)

No great Shakes at reading your mind

No great Shakes at standin' in line

Give me a sign, show me a clue

Tell me what it takes

No great Shakes

At readin' your mind

No great Shakes

No great Shakes

Bidin' my time

Tell me what it takes

'Cause I’m no great Shakes