I put on a record it was called 'Sad Songs for Southern Lovers,' I listened to it once, it took me all day to recover.
I put on a record it was called 'Sad Songs for Savage Lovers,' I called you up, told what I thought, and then I ran for cover.
I put on a record it was called 'Dirty Songs for Sad Lovers,' and it wasn't long before you called and said Please come over and
tell me
tell
tell me:
Did your broken heart make you who you are?
I put on a record it said Love me once and leave forever, we're so pure we should learn both joy and rage together.
You took off the record and said: What's your rush? As if things won't break in their own time without you here to push them.
Forget about the record, forget about that song, let's concentrate on what we got right and what we're still doing wrong.
And tell me
tell
tell me:
Did your broken heart make you who you are?
Did your broken heart make you who you are?
You're capable of anything, aren't you? Even if it's with someone, someone that isn't you. Cruelty is a fire inside, I know it's in my blood too; you think you know someone but you never know what they will do.
You never know, you never know.
So did your broken heart make you who you are?
If your broken heart could tell me more about who you are, okay then tell me all about it.
Go ahead tell me all about it,
come on tell me all about it,
go ahead and tell me all about it,
come on (5x)
and tell me all about it.