The homewrecker with a heart of gold This story's getting old Keep you locked up in the trunk of my mind Keep this alive Keep you locked up in the trunk of my mind now-ow-ow-ow And haven't you heard The word on the street is "I lost it, called it quits"

Will be the end of the road So I guess the driveway Let the credits start to roll I tried it your way But I got nothing to show And the story's getting old For us it's too late Nothing hurts like losing