Swing the Heartache

Out of her mouth it came as no surprise

Lipstick stained on whip-cream lies

I feel that if I had been uglier

It would have been easier

There it sat, blinked, and spat

In a black feather hat

And said "the rat"

Like a red bouquet slim swinger

It would have fit her better but no red letter

No red letter

But she wants to be a better singer

Swing the Heartache

Just for her sake

But she wants to be a better singer

Swing the Heartache

Just for her sake