I Broke Every Heart I Ever Stole
From Bornem All The Way To Borneo
I had Pockets Full Of Wildcards
To The Most Distinguished Souls
But I Broke every Heart I Ever Stole

I Broke every Heart I Ever Stole
Such Is The Burden Of Haunted Gigolo
Any Lost Ideal
Makes A Damn Fine Principle
I Broke Every Heart I ever Stole

I Broke Every Heart I Ever Stole
Some Of Them Were Surely Made Of Gold
Sometimes I Fought The Tears
Just To Appreciate The Joke
I Broke Every Heart I ever Stole

I Broke Every Heart I ever Stole
Now I’ve Got Nothing But Silence Left To Quote
‘n’ The Sad Part Of It All
Is That Soon I’ll Be too Old
To Steal A Heart That Isn’t Broke