I broke every heart I ever stole
From bornem all the way to borneo
I had pockets full of wildcards
To the most distinguished souls
But I broke every heart I ever stole

I broke every heart I ever stole
Such is the burden of haunted gigolo
Any lost ideal
Makes a damn fine principle
I broke every heart I ever stole

I broke every heart I ever stole
Some of them were surely made of gold
Sometimes I fought the tears
Just to appreciate the joke
I broke every heart I ever stole

I broke every heart I ever stole
Now I’ve got nothing but silence left to quote
‘N’ the sad part of it all
Is that soon I’ll be too old
To steal a heart that isn’t broke