Heartbreak

In about a half of an hour she'll be kicking her shoes off

She already got her hair down she is picking out

A stranger going to take him by the hand and spin him round

Everyone who knows her tells her that she's a hell of a good time

Can't see through the smoke of a cigarette

Tracks of a tear on her cheek from last night

In about a half of an hour she'll be taking her clothes off

Don't know his name but he looks so cute

Close her eyes and pretend at the end of the night

He's not going to leave

But he's going to leave