Dying of a Broken Heart

Lyrics

Told my doctor something wrong with me She said, "Gimme forty dollars and we'll look and see Hop up on the table, now, we'll take some blood Find out what you're dyin' of" Called me in the morning Said, "Now here're the facts Well, it isn't your liver and it isn't your back It's not your blood sugar or the Asian flu That's not what's killin' you" You're dyin' of a broken heart It really wasn't very smart You lived through Nixon and a drug or two just to get your due Dyin' of a broken heart Told my analyst I was a mess Said, "Gimme hundred dollars and we'll take a test Lie down on the couch and tell me what you dream It rеally isn't what it seems" You're dyin' of a broken heart It rеally wasn't very smart You lived through Nixon and a drug or two just to get your due Dyin' of a broken heart You're dyin' of a broken heart It really wasn't very smart You lived through Nixon and a drug or two just to get your due Dyin' of a broken Dyin' of a broken heart It really wasn't very smart You lived through Nixon and a drug or two just to get your due Dyin' of a broken heart