Her Heart Or Mine

Sometimes I see her
Out on Sunday
And she always says «Hello»
We’re still polite in spite of
The circumstances you know
And she always touches her hand on mine
Before she says «Good-bye»
And I often wonder whose heart was broke;
Was it hers or was it mine?
We use to go dancin'
And drinking Manhattans
At Eddy’s at the edge of town
They’d call the cops to come and stop us
We’d tear the whole place down
And when it was over
She’d take me home
I’d be too drunk to drive
And I often wonder whose heart was broke;
Was it hers or was it mine?
The piano player had left the stool
There was nobody on the isle
Funny how bad news is still bad news
When you tell it with a smile
The lights are still on in the living room
The bells forgot to chime
And I often wonder
I wonder a lot
Was it her heart or mine?
Sometimes I see her
Out on Sunday
And she always says «Hello»