Bleeding Hearts

A bleeding heart

Will make a mess of things

A falling star

Will burn up everything

I learned him and I burned him

Even though he don't deserve it

Too much passion, he's old-fashioned

And the way he's got me actin'

Out of control again

I just can't be his friend

A bleeding heart

Will make a mess of things

A falling star

Will burn up everything

When you dance to the beat

Of a two-step tragedy

A bleeding heart, my friend

Is full of ecstasy

When I met her, yeah, I let her

Run my tall heart through the ringer

Put a gold ring on her finger

And now I'm dealing with feeling

Out of control again

I just can't be her friend

A bleeding heart

Will make a mess of things

A falling star

Will burn up everything

When you pray, just believe

In that broken rosary

A bleeding heart, my friend

Is full of ecstasy