It's a heartache Nothing but a heartache Standing in the cold rain Feeling like a clown Love him till your arms break Then he lets you down Hits you when it's too late Hits you when you're down It's a fool's game

Bet he feels like an elephant Shaking his big grey trunk for the hell of it You know that you're dreaming about being loved by him Too bad your chances are slim And it’s not like Mr. Shock To get shy when I ask who always is on top? There must be

Groupie love I know what you're thinking of You want my You're in the bar, playing guitar I'm trying not to let the crowd next to me It's so hard sometimes with a star When you have to share him with everybody You're in the club, living it up I'm trying

I love that I hate you That I love that I hate you, I can't stop thinking about the time that you're not here It's going on without you, haven't been so bad, it's the best time of the year 'Cause I see you and I see him, you know I can't help but grin

I fell in love with a bad bad man Ever since I met him I've been sad sad sad I'm a jail bird to your music I'm a criminal in your prayer I watch you in your sleep even when you're not there Rainbows wept colour all over the streets When you went away

Yeah, she's not him No matter what you say No matter what you do I just can't fall in love with you 'Cause you're not him You're not him She's not him I wanna start by saying "Thank you" I'm gonna miss you, honey

Everyone considered him the coward of the county "Promise me, son, not to do the things I've done Walk away from trouble if you can I hope you're old enough to understand Son, you don't have to fight to be a man" He'd never stood one single time to prove

Bet he feels like an elephant Shaking his big grey trunk for the hell of it You know that you're dreaming about being loved by him Too bad your chances are slim And it’s not like Mr. Shock To get shy when I ask who always is on top? There must be

Bet he feels like an elephant Shaking his big grey trunk for the hell of it You know that you're dreaming about being loved by him Too bad your chances are slim And it’s not like Mr. Shock To get shy when I ask who always is on top? There must be