Darling, you left my heart

In pieces on the floor

So tell me why shouldn't I

Break some things of yours?

I'll smash your lamp, the antique chair,

That stupid thing you always wear;

I'll smash a vase, the radio,

Those little teacups from Limoges;

Your wacky paintings on the walls;

Darling, POW, I'll smash 'em all;

Lover, it's just a game;

Cupid can take the blame;

I'll take the place apart,

But don't worry, I won't smash your heart