Bad Anthem
Brad Williams
She's got a heart of stone that'll break your face
You don't know yet 'cause you love the taste
You love the taste
You got the lonely pain and she plays the cure
Your love is hooked but don't be too sure
You don't know what you're in for
Broken heart
Torn apart
Your poor heart
Poor heart
Her smile soothes your aching head
Can't get enough of those things she said
You picture what she'll soon be
She likes attention, you're her favorite kind
It seems to be just a matter of time
But you don't know what you're in for
Broken heart
Torn apart
Your poor heart
Poor heart
She can't see what she does to me
She can't see what she does to me