I've been a fool for love, ever since   I was a baby, just a rockin' in the cradle   As a rule I was the kind who   Laid his feelings upfront on the table      Gave my world so many times   Just to see them tear it apart   Whoa, Lord, have a little bit of pity   On my poor old heart      I wonder just how many times a broken heart can mend   Oh, when I get back on my feet, Lord, I always fall again   Rubies, furs, lies, goodbyes, they've all left some scars   Whoa, Lord, have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart      Well, I ought to know by now   After of these dead and heartache lessons   I can go without going through hell   Trying to find a little heaven      Seems to me every woman I meet   Has leaving down to an art   Oh Lord, have a little bit of pity   On my poor old heart      I wonder just how many times a broken heart can mend   Oh, when I get back on my feet, Lord, I always fall again   Rubies, furs, lies, goodbyes, they've all left some scars   Whoa, Lord, have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart      Well, I said rubies, furs, lies, goodbyes, they've all left some scars   Whoa, Lord, have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart   I said, Lord, have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart