Catfish (feat. Mark McCarthy)

She was walking down the street Had nowhere to go Everywhere she tried Laughed and closed the door So she, kept moving on Had nothing left to lose And kept wondering if she would ever sing any blues What do you got to lose What do you have to prove What do you got to prove Ain't nothing left to lose She was born a catfish But wanted to sing the blues Kept swimming up the river Trying to find some shoes Cause, no shoes no service was the policy And I'll tell you sweet young catfish You'll make a man of me What do you got to lose What do you have to prove What do you got to prove Ain't nothing left to lose What do you got to lose What do you have to prove What do you got to prove Ain't nothing left to lose What do you got to lose What do you have to prove What do you got to prove When you're trying to sing the blues