Broken Tooth

You think that it’s easy,
Well I guess you should know.
Oh, you think it’s so easy,
But I don’t really ever go
In my heart.
Oh, I’m broken in Dublin
And I ain’t got no shoes,
But with your broken tooth.
Then you ask me,
For once in my life,
Can I take it seriously
And give up my eyes.
But I know I’m not crying,
I’m not putting it down,
I’d rather believe
In a broken-heart fairy tale.
Oh, we kissed in the rain
On another summer day,
And just a fall across the bridge.
And you ask me,
For once in my life,
Could I do something
That wasn’t right,
And I don’t know.
And the streets seem
To echo your name,
I see your face,
I see it in the rain.
And all of those sad songs
I’ve heard so many times before,
You throw them to a beggar girl
And she throws them back,
Once more.
And you ask me,
For once in my life,
Could I do something
That wasn’t right,
And I don’t know how.