When the heel of my shoe broke You didn't worry, You just went away. It would have been okay, Heard no violins, saw no silhouettes at dusk You could have said you needed money But you just took it, No waves caressed the shore No tears swept the floor No bells were ringing, no angels sang at all I don't dream of busted swings Or paint-peeled fences Caught out in the rain, love down the drain, You took my last ten dollars Love with you is so sweet-and-sour So very hot-and-cold, Seems so half, not whole You know I love chili, with garlic and butter But the soup, babe, is burned, and I'm moving on