got a second hand heart
got a dime store soul
got emotions that you left
I keep them in a bowl
got nothing to lose
got no chance to win
when you look at me
you see nothing but sin
while my second hand heart
stutter steps a beat
there’s lust in your eyes
I’m feeling the heat
you take my body
but don’t want any more
you leave me on the bed
my heart on the floor
you call me your baby
say you love the way I feel
but your pretty flattery
can’t make my dreams real
I’ll never be the one
I’ll never really count
I’m just a  second rate replacement
for one you can’t live without
she’s always on your mind
her name is on your tongue
she’s not playing this game
but she’s already won