Who
Zan Cantwell /John Butler
I don’t want to see you again
Don’t want to pretend, I’m not falling in love
When you stand so close to me
It’s too much and yet not enough
Don’t call me anymore
Don’t come to my door with tears in your eyes
When you’ve just discovered
A new lover’s secrets and lies
I’m no longer the friend that you can rely on
And when you need a shoulder to cry on
Tell me who's gonna, (who's gonna)
Who's gonna mend your heart next time?
Who's gonna pick up the broken pieces
And put them back in line?
Thought I was the one for the job
But the hurting tells me I’m not
Who’s gonna be the next one to mend your heart
Bad boys are good at the game
You give them your name and your number too
They take everything I want
By doing what I’d never do
I’ve heard it all before
I just can’t keep score of your sad affairs
Some bits of information
Are more than a good friend can bear
So when you decide that you’ve been missing
A gentle embrace and someone to listen
Tell me who’s gonna (who’s gonna)
Who’s gonna mend your heart this time
Who’s gonna pick up the broken pieces
And put them back in line
Only one thing that you can do:
Find another willing fool
Who’s gonna mend your heart like I used to do
Tell me who’s gonna mend your heart like I used to do
