Mick came home late last night  He drank enough beer to take the edge off a knife  And she opened the door, looking older than before    He said, "Rosey, you're too good a girl"  She let him in, he lifted up her dress  Like an apology began to kiss her breast  And he felt much relieved as the ceiling fan tapped out a broken melody    And she said, "Do you remember when we were younger and angry words were said,  Making up was always your favorite part  Well, I ain't young no more  And I'm sorry will not mend a broken heart."    He came home threw his things on the floor  She worked up the courage to say what she never had before  But the words got lost inside  He got that look in his eye as the sun went shining on    And she said, "Do you remember when we were younger and angry words were said,  Making up was always your favorite part  Well, I ain't young no more  And I'm sorry will not mend a broken heart."    Well the judge knew well Mick was a violent man  She got a few headlines, she got a slap on the hand  And there ain't no villains and there ain't no heroes  People on both sides of the tracks trying to add up a whole bunch of zeros  And time marches on until it's all gone    And she said, "Do you remember when we were younger and angry words were said,  Making up was always your favorite part  Well, I ain't young no more  And I'm sorry will not mend a broken, a broken heart."