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