I've always thought your eyes would burn in tears if he
came home one day to say he'd be gone.
There'd be another girl in his Cadillac leather seat
and she'd dance the twist much better than you'll ever do.

Running to your room you'd bump with the old lady
who had raised you since your parents passed away.
He'll be ten blocks away, the bastard,
as you call an ambulance
'cos now the lady says her body aches like hell.

Oh, no! Here we are again!
In the end you're sure the world will apologize
for your broken heart, 'cos that's the way things work,
and if somebody eventually tells you "no, they don't", oh!

What if this band of yours were destined to success
and in weeks you were a well-known millionaire?
You'd be a rock star in your white stretch limousine
and the nights in Days Inns would become nights in high-rise suites.

350000 people would all scream
when you sang that song of love they'd been waiting for all day.
You'd spend your lonely nights complaining about misery
despite the fact you are #1 in chart this week.

Oh, no! Here we are again!
In the end you're sure the world will apologize
for your broken heart, 'cos that's the way things work,
and if somebody eventually tells you "no, they don't", oh!