Poets Problem Lyrics by Blondie

Poets Problem Lyrics

    Poet's problem, patron's sin, puts me in the place i'm in.
    Passion's letter, poison pen, on these two things i can depend.
    You will write your number, that's not all.
    I will not be there when you call.
    I think i'll do a line and then again...
    Dirty dealer's school of thought.
    An armchair for the strength you've lost.
    The tv set's been on all night.
    You were wrong and i was right.
    You will write your number on the wall.
    I will not be there when you call.
    I think i'll do a line and then again...

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