Just Like A Widow

He’s got tracks down his face
Where his tears drop
He’s got a stain on his shirt
Where his heart bleeds
Just like he’s a widow
His poor heart has died
His mind is like Jell-O
In the ghetto of love
It’ll work out
Everything does
But if it don’t work out
It’s only because
Just like he’s a widow
His poor heart has died
His mind is like Jell-O
In the ghetto of love