Who wants to buy a heart One broken lover's heart One broken heart for sale Well, excuse me if you see me crying like a baby Since she rejected me There's nothing left to save me Hey Cupid, where are you? My heart is growing sadder That girl rejected me

Excuse me, ma'am can you help me I need to place an ad with you today No ma'am tomorrow may be too late I'd like to have it started right away What's that, no this is personal I'm not buying or selling anything Yes ma'am, I know just what to say I wrote

It was a crazy thought A madman's walk It was a moonless night It was an empty sky It was a bad excuse I was the only fool in sight A madman's walk it was I had a wandering eye She had a better time

And it doesn't look that way to me It's in my eyes You tell me you like the taste You just need an excuse You tell me it calms your nerves You just think it looks cool You tell me you want to be different You just change for the same

For me it ain't real It's fools gold There too many fools sold Not an excuse oh She sits home and dreams That her man will leave his mark on her hand He's not all he seems But she's seen a dress, she has the flowers planned

Baby, oh baby Oh baby, my sweet baby You're the one Let's excuse me baby Go, yeah you baby Back, ooh you groovy baby In, let's make a movie baby Time, excuse me baby Let's, yeah you baby

Tell me why, haven't I heard from you I said now darlin', honey, what is your excuse Why haven't I heard from you So tell me why, haven't I, heard from you Tell me why, haven't I, heard from you Well back in 1876 an ol' boy named Bell Invented a

She's just waiting for the summertime when the weathers fine She could hitch a ride out of town And so far away from that low town good for nothing mistake making fool With excuses like baby that was a long time ago But that's just a euphemism if you

I can't remember what I did tonight Or even yesterday Like, dude, where's my car? Excuse me, what's my name? Someone gave me these clothes I can't remember who My mind's a total blank Forget about you Baby, I think I've lost my mind

The clock has ticked eleven and the place is clear Reality is kicking in and so is my beer I don't make excuses when it's all my fault If a heart is made of money he's cleaned out my vault I feel a little wounded and it isn't fair To sit inside a parlour