Tears in my pocket, been such a long time. 

I stored 'em up, I carried them around, a godzillion years.

An armored Brinks, I am the bank, I've got it covered. 

Least I thought I did, and then this girl appeared. Ow.

“Pay with your heart”, she cries, a woman. 

“Don't know what I'm 'bout to get,” she says, “but payment's due. 

You best write out a blank check, dude, 'cause love's expensive. 

You bought the farm this time, and boy, you screwed!”

I was just walkin' 'round, was mindin' my own business, 

“PAY UP!” she yelled, I jumped, man I'm tellin' you.

She made my poor heart race, she snuck up right behind me. 

Deep in my own thoughts and she go, “BOO!”

“Pay with your heart”, she cries, “love's expensive! 

Won't take no debit card, no cash, no i.o.u. 

You think you know broke, huh!, we just getting' started. 

Pay with your heart, it's way past due.” 

Don't get me wrong, I'll write that blank check. 

Like there's some choice involved, yeah right, to what I do. 

You can call the bank, run a credit check, but I swear I got it covered. 

Pay with my heart/ what can I/ do?

(slow)

I was just walkin' 'round, was mindin' my own business…

“PAY UP!” she yelled, I jumped, man I'm tellin' you.

She made my poor heart race, she snuck up right behind me. 

Deep in my own thoughts and she go “BOO!”

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