SHATTERED HEART

Well, I was hangin’ around, hangin’ around,
Hangin’ around Gasoline Alley;
Checkin’ out, checkin’ out,
Checkin’ out your peaks and valleys.
May I propose, may I propose,
May I propose a private road rally?
Just you and me, just you and me,
Just you and me, Mustang Sally.

Yeah, I thought, I thought,
I thought I was so smart;
Nothing mattered, nothing mattered,
Nothing mattered at the start.
No astrology chart, no master of psychic arts
Could foresee, could foresee,
Foresee my shattered heart.

Yeah, I was, I was a daredevil,
A daredevil in love,
Racin’ around, racin’ around,
Racin’ around those hairpin curves.
I was stylin’, I was stylin’
Stylin’ and struttin’ my stuff.
Battle of wits, battle of wits,
Battle of wits and nerves.

Yeah, I thought, I thought,
I thought I was so smart;
I picked, I picked,
I picked what mattered apart.
But I was fated, I was fated,
Doomed from the start –
Doomed to die, doomed to die,
Die of a shattered heart.

Yeah, I was a smokin’ bandit,
Smokin’ bandit in love,
Blazin’ speed, blindin’ speed,
Speed on the straightaways.
Always stylin’, always stylin’,
Stylin’, struttin’ my stuff -
Till you stalled me, till you stalled me,
Stopped me cold with your gaze.

Now, I’m a defunct motoring Mozart,
Decomposing, breaking apart.
You can put this on my medical chart:
He died of a shattered heart.

Yeah, I’m a defunct motoring Mozart,
Decomposing, breaking apart.
Put this on my medical chart:
I died of a shattered heart.

I never saw that caution flag;
Never thought to make a pit stop.
Didn’t see you stick that zig zag
Or pull off your famous flip flop.

I thought, I thought I was,
I thought I was so smart,
Until you blew, till you blew,
You blew my world apart.
Yeah, that’s me, yeah, that’s me,
That’s me on the crash cart.
That’s me on the crash cart,
Me and my shattered heart.

Copyright © 2007 Lex Zaleta

One of my entries for the December 2007 Tuneflow tournament. Please stop over and score all of the songs there if you can find time.