Hey girl, have you heard from him yet?
No, and I don't plan on calling him.
Well, I'm not trying to get into your business.
But you know what becomes of a broken heart.
Call him.
Call him, girl.
What becomes of a broken heart?
We're not perfect and ain't no high in the sky,
baby.
No one else I'd rather try.
All the greed in the world ain't worth the risk.
I can't resist the chance of knowing what I would miss
without your tender kiss.
What becomes of a broken heart?
Nothing but pain.
Oh, baby.
What becomes of a broken heart?
I want to find what we lost again.
Easy.
One, two, three.
I should have turned my head and gone to bed,
baby.
It's just the girl in me letting my pride go to my head.
Ooh,
and all,
all of my life,
I've waited for someone like you to call my own.
To call my own.
And there's no such thing as perfect for each other.
But we're all that we have through the good and the bad.
What becomes of a broken heart?
Nothing but pain.
Another heart broken again.
What becomes of a broken heart?
Lonely days, cheerful nights.
Ooh, baby.
That's why
all of my life,
I've waited for someone like you to call my own.
To call my own.
No such thing as perfect for each other.
But we're all that we have through the good things and the bad.
What becomes of a broken heart?
Brings you nothing but pain.
Ooh, baby.
I need you in my life again.
What becomes of a broken heart?
Nothing but pain.
What becomes of a broken heart?
Do-ee-da-dee-da-dee-da-dee-da-dee-da-dee.
What
becomes of a broken heart,
baby?
What becomes of a broken heart,
baby?
Hurts in my heart again.
What becomes of a broken heart?
Nothing but pain.
Oh, my broken heart.
What becomes of a broken heart?
What
becomes of a broken heart?
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Easy to say goodbye.
In my heart, I want it right.
What becomes of a broken heart?
Oh, love is a hurting thing.