Devotchkas

I was young and so naive
wearing my heart on my sleeve
and so I gave it to you
now left in pieces like broken jewels
you just up and left me here
for rot-gut gin and cheap beer
but I'm over crying and into fits
sad to see you go, you piece of shit
I have a wicked heart because of you
now hate is all that I can do
I have a wicked heart because of you
now hate is all I'll ever do
endless tears I cried for years