Heart yanked outnnIt meant so much to menSo now i'm lostnAnd emptynnThey always leave with somethingnAnd it's hotter than Satan's heelsnWhat I've been drinkingnnMy mother sent some flowersnA dozen long stemmed rosesnWhen your anxious flowers make you nauseousnThey're just so sweet and presumptuousnnBut they always leave you with somethingnAnd it's hotter than Satan's heelsnWhat I've been drinking