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

The skin that you're in is all soft now And your bones are dry as ice What you sitting round here for and why is that Cos everybody's pushing out babies now In the mornings I was getting high with you Well I thought I'd see you around but you're dead now

Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection The lovers, the dreamers and me Why are there so many songs about rainbows And what's on the other side? Rainbows are visions but only illusions Rainbows have nothing to hide So we've been told and some

How do we get back to love? Baby, back to love Tired of all these wars, dwelling in the past Searching for the honesty in all that jazz What are we here for, what are we doing? Last time I checked, thought it was screwin' Girl, and when I think of me and

Oh well (say) I don't suppose you have a moment to spare me Do you? Do you? I have the suspicion you're not being yourself Remember I told you, I need you Remember the spark that was there All of the words that I'm saying Are just a fancy way of saying

"Got so much to do. Huh, honey?" "Yes, definitely. I'm just..." "Well, look, again, if you need mom to come out there for a week..." "I don't think that needing, like, mothering." "No, no, not mothering. Organizing. Or doing, doing tasks." "Yes, right."

'Cause ain't nobody takin' my baby I don't care about an argument I'll still be here tomorrow I gotta room up in the city, we can play finish the bottle I'll pour you up, we'll work on us I wanna be clear, I'm stayin' right here Your heart weighs a ton

Well can you put your hands in your head, oh no! You know, well you know, you had it comin' to you Now, there's not a lot I can do Dreamer, you know you are a dreamer I said dreamer, you're nothing but a dreamer I said "far out, what a day, a year, a

But if you want the answers, From a post up high, From where you see the ships afar, From a well trained eye, The waves all keep on crashing by, If you are the light post, Then you own the working class, You better give a piece of ass,

No, we're not gonna work this out tonight (We won't work this out) No, we're not gonna make this right So I'll give a kiss and say goodbye (Give a kiss goodbye) Cause we're not gonna work this out, tonight Well, here we are again Throwing punchlines, no