I've been a fool for love ever since I was a baby, just a rockin' in a cradle As a rule I was the kind that laid his feelings up front and on the table I gave up my world so many times just to see 'em tear it apart Oh, Lord have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart I wonder just how many times a broken heart can mend Just when I get back on my feet, Lord, I always fall again Bruises, burns, lies, goodbyes, they've all left some scars Oh, Lord have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart I oughta know by now after all this debt and heartache lessons I could go without going through hell just to find a little heaven Seems to me every woman I meet has leavin' down to an art Oh, Lord have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart I wonder just how many times a broken heart can mend Just when I get back on my feet, Lord, I always fall again Bruises, burns, lies, goodbyes, they've all left some scars Oh, Lord have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart Bruises, burns, lies, goodbyes, they've all left some scars Oh, Lord have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart Hey, Lord have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart © MUSIC OF WINDSWEPT; SECOND WAVE MUSIC; AUGUST WIND MUSIC; EMI LONGITUDE MUSIC INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com