Lyrics

Loser ©2004 Ashleigh Wehmeyer, Mike Weaver, & Arlon Bennett

The bases were loaded it was our last chance
I stepped to the plate with the game in my hands
Your voice was the only one in the screamin? crowd
The next thing I knew, ?Strike three, yer out!"

Chorus
I'm a loser
I lose control when you walk in a room
I'm a loser
I lose my mind when I look at you
I'm a loser
I lose my cool, anyone can see
If Lovin' you makes me a loser
that's all right with me

It's a Friday night and I?m hanging with the guys
They?ll give me hell when I call it an early night
They have their freedom, no one to answer to
But I'd rather be at home and get lost in you




I hope this losing streak don't end
Don't care if I never win anything else again



If Lovin' you makes me a loser, That's all right with me