We broke up a month ago
You see, your best friends
They all told me so
So I took a shining to the drink
Cigerettes and old cassettes
And a bottle with my name on it
Well, they seem to be my best to say
Cause, you've got your friends
And your pictures of them
And I've settled into a low
You see the things I love
They fall apart
And father can you mend my heart
Cause Jesus never taught me to let go
Oh
Dancin queen you stole the scene
And your storm bought from under me
So I took a fancy to your girl
Ace of spades
And heart charades
And loving me was your masquerade
When you went and tore apart my world
Cause you played your games
All I've got is your name
As I sit here alone
Oh, things I love
They fall apart
And father can you mend my heart
Cause, Jesus never taught me to let go
Oh, that's true
Cause you played your games
All I've got is your name
To curse and amend alone
Well, things I love
They fall apart
And father can you mend my heart
Cause, Jesus never taught me to let go
Oh father, what's she done to me
With her dough-eyed vodo sourcery
And Jesus can you help me to let go
Oh