Fred Knipe


River of Opinion
words & music by Fredric O. Knipe

I might as well weigh several hundred pounds
And be sitting here making animal sounds
As be asking for permission
To give your leg a squeeze
I kill what chance I have to hang around
But I gotta be me, oh I gotta be me

And if I weren't me maybe you could love me
Short of that, though, baby there's no way
In the wide, wide river of your opinion
I bob and sink and bob and sink all day

The reason I seem doomed to cross the line
And why it is you always seem to mind
Is sad but not confusing
It's because I am a man
And you my dear are nothing of the kind
Still I gotta be me, Oh I gotta be me

But if I weren't me maybe you could love me
Short of that, though, baby there's no way
In the wide, wide river of your opinion
I bob and sink and bob and sink all day

I'd move on but I'm torn
It's hell to love those we're not suited for
But tell me what to do with all this energy
And where to put my sweetness, the sweetness you ignore

If I weren't me, baby you could love me
Just the one thing hanging in our way
In the wide, wide river of your opinion
I bob and sink and bob and sink
Bob, sink, bob, sink, bob and sink
Bob, bob, bob, bob and sink all day