Writer’s Cramp

Haven’t seen you for the longest time Thought I would write, let you know I was fine Then I spoke of stupid pride It hurts when I confide I feel so empty inside It’s this writer’s cramp And my fan is so damp (?) I’ve got a pain in my hand Maybe next time Maybe next time, I’ll just send a telegram I’m licking the stamp I don’t know why I bother ‘Cause when I’m done I feel so knotted ’Cause I spoke of stupid pride It hurts when I confide Now I feel so empty inside It’s this writer’s cramp And my fan is so damp (?) I’ve got a pain in my hand Maybe next time Maybe next time, I’ll just send a telegram This writer’s cramp My fan is so damp I’ve got a pain in my hand Maybe next time Maybe next time, I’ll just send a Writer’s cramp And my fan is so damp I’ve got this pain in my hand Maybe next time Maybe next time, I’ll just send a telegram