You're a Heatbreaker

He wore that cowboy hat to cover up his horns.
Sweet-talkin' forked tongue haf a temptin' charm.
Before I turned around, that boy was gone.
All I can say is: "Bartender, pour me somethin' strong."


Here's to the past, they can kiss my glass.
I hope he's happy with her.
Here's to the boy, who wrecked my world,
That angel who did me in.
I think the devil drives a Coupe de Ville.
I watched 'em drive away over the hill,
Not against his will, an' I've got time to kill,
Down in Brokenheartsville.