SOME FELLA'S HEARTBREAKER - Spit Polish

Some fella's gonna write a heartbreaker, yeh, 
And dedicate it straight to you 
A sweet, short, three-chord heartbreaker 
And it's gonna sell a million or two 
He's gonna sit right down on his front step 
And write about your jukebox hips and how they made him a wreck 
He's gonna transcribe how you left him behind 
But honey, that's just not my style 

Some fella's gonna write you a heartbreaker 
It's as safe as cash in a bank 
And the interest charged on your sweet disregard 
Is gonna keep him in wine and fat 
A morning Bloody-Mary and a dictionary rhyme 
He's gonna pick you apart in a three-four style 
He's gonna dissect his own heart that you wrecked 
But honey that's a waste of time 

Some ladies leave some carnage in their wake 
But don't you go thinkin’ a song can get him through 
I know what those things can do 
They won't let you forget, 'cos damn... she's still the subject 

Some fella's gonna write you a heartbreaker 
It's as if you mapped it out that way 
His signature tune started with gin and your room 
And you dumped him by the middle eight 
And even though he's diggin' the attention it brings 
He can still feel his chest ache each time he sings that 
Sweet, short, three-chord heartbreaker, yeh
That's dedicated straight to you 
It's dedicated straight to you 
And he says "Oh, girl... oh, damn you".