I'd drive around with the trunk tied down with a bungee cord,
'cause I hopped a curb and backed into her new boyfriend's ford.
And down the hall, there's a hole in the wall that's hard to miss,
it's about the size and shape of my right busted fist.
Every thing I own has got a dent.
It's cracked or scratched, ripped or torn,
Banged up or slightly bent.
Why should my heart be any different,
Everything that I own has a dent.
She used to say I'm a man who's way too hard on stuff,
and she'd let me know that that also goes for our love.
I guess her heart's like that old dead goldfish I forgot to feed;
And mine's like that dirt bike I wrapped around that tree.
Everything I own has got a dent.
It's cracked or scratched, ripped or torn,
Banged up or slightly bent.
Why should my heart be any different,
Everything that I own has got a dent in the side,
hole in the back, a big piece 'a junk ready for the trash.
Better days gone, heart just keeps on beatin' anyway!
Everything I own has got a dent.
It's cracked or scratched, ripped or torn,
Banged up or slightly bent.
Why should my heart be any different,
when everything that I own,
Can't find one thing that don't.
Everything that I own has got a dent.
Oh, a big old dent.
(heh)
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