My heart may not recover, with you for a lover,
I think maybe you're the cheatin' kind,
though I buy you pretty things, your heart never sings,
And you say you can't make up your mind.

I hear you're messing around, all over this town,
and the way your treating me, well it's getting old.
You're sharing all your passion, I guess I'm too old fashion
Now you stomped on my heart until it's cold.
Chorus
You stomped on my heart, right from the start,
now I've got leaving on my mind.
You say you love me sorta.....but then you stomped on my Aorta, yea you stomped on my heart one last time.

You're full of dirty dealings, and stepping on my feelings
and I don't know if your alone when you go home.
You never call me honey, but you sure can spend my money. I think I might be better off alone.
CHORUS REPEAT
Written by Dan Doshier music and lyrics