Heart was in, but she never got no further than a callous manShe got no gold, running through the paces as a kindly soulThrough those hours she got me and she took me on a moonlight rideFools like me appealing to the flushes about fantasyHeart was in, she caught me with her cha-chaOtherwise I wouldn't have stopped for no one, here I amCrooning in her kitchen, sub-digging while you strike the townWhen breakfast comes, the working man is gone, his use has just begunVast was I, but hardly surface-spinning, cause hard she triedHeart was in, she caught me with her cha-chaOtherwise I wouldn't have stopped for no one, here I amCrooning in her kitchen, sub-digging while you strike the townLooking for your price, and I touch the dice. . .Heart was in, she caught me with her cha-chaCould dig in, sitting in your du-pontHeart was in, I wouldn't have stopped for no one, here I amTossing in your towel, and I touch the diceTumbling was your price, mm, ain't it niceSuckers and suckers*