What are you gonna do with me?

What are you gonna do with me
Now that I’m such an eye sore?

What are you gonna do with my heart
Now that it’s hanging off its hinges, 
As a broken door?

What are you gonna do with me,
Peel layers of me back 
Like an artichoke, 
Yellow roses of Texas?

What are you gonna do with me
Now that I’m a bum 
Saucy, Sultry, Flagrant, 
Bitter often, and slightly afraid?

What are you gonna do with my heart?
Do you have plans well-laid, 
A get-away to paradise
With a bag of stones?

What are you gonna do with me
Now that the pervasive melodies
Of every song sang or moaned
Bring me back to someone so true?

What are you gonna do with me,
Now that I’m such an eye sore?

What are you gonna do with my heart
Now that it’s hanging off its hinges, 
As a broken door?

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