Well, it’s a hard life…
When there’s nothin’ to do
And it’s a sad life
When there’s no one to talk to
No music to dance to
And I can’t go out
There’s not even an audience
To watch me pout

CHORUS
I’ve got the time-out blues
Yeah, the time-out blues
Just sittin’ and mopin’ on the edge of my bed
What was I thinkin’…what got into my head?
When I popped off, smart-talked, threw a little tantrum
Now I’ve lost it all…I’m sittin’ here sulkin’ with the time-out blues

It was a small toy
But it caught my eye
A very small toy
But it grew big in my mind
Was it worth fightin’ over?
Worth grabbin away?
I just couldn’t be patient
I just wanted to play

CHORUS

BRIDGE
Can’t run, can’t play, can’t talk on the phone
Just bored to tears, I’m like a dog without his bone…

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