The winner takes it all I don't want to talk About the things we've gone through Though it's hurting me Now it's history I've played all my cards And that's what you've done too Nothing more to say No more ace to play

Whiskey’d up, that wantin’ you again Starts kickin’ back in and I’m late night calling you up My heart starts hurtin’ when that bourbon starts burning And I can’t help but touch that stuff It’s just like you all warm and smooth Even though I know that

And that's the difference between the whiskey and you There's a bottle on the dresser by your ring And it's empty, so right now I don't feel a thing I'll be hurtin' when I wake up on the floor And I'll be over it by noon Come tomorrow, I can walk in any

I don't wanna talk The winner takes it all The winner takes it all (Takes it all) About things we've gone through Though it's hurting me Now it's history I've played all my cards And that's what you've done, too Nothing more to say

Sadness grows, sadness stains, You on the table Tears flow again and again Hello love it's London calling Wave the white hanky, a breath for the belly Keep on hoping for blood in the morning Nothing's right, everything's hurting Everything's hurting

I heard you got a new girlfriend Yeah, it's hurtin' me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me Me, me, me, me, me And it's hurtin' me And it's hurtin' Yeah, it's hurtin' Breakfast in bed, darling I got your bed falling I make you beg for it

Be perfect for you Yeah, I cannot be perfect for you So love me, or leave me alone Yeah, yeah, oh oh And it's true I can't seem to shake it loose 'Cause all this insecurity's hurtin' me Tired of tryin' to be perfect for you