Cheerleaders hate me librarians too i look at them they look at me and i realize they're looking through shopgirls ignore me and the hookers all boo i disappear in front of them as i walk along the avenue
cause i got nobody i must be cold-blooded and i wonder if they hear my heartbreak blues
the dirt on my collar the cracks in my skin they never say a word to me like i'm just some kinda mannequin out on the schoolyard and down on the street i cross my heart and hope to die there will be someone there for me
cause i got nobody i must be cold-blooded and i wonder if they hear my heartbreak blues
tell me a story i got a heart that makes the sound of a rockin' band where are you going a happy ending doesn't happen til the audience stands tell me a story i got a hundred pages written on the back of my hand where are you going i got a heart and you can have it if you let me be your man