I don’t want no one who’s stable,
One who’s willing, one who’s able.
But if you’re emotionally unavailable,
You can call me anytime.
Broken in the head, broken in the heart,
Don’t know which way’s up, ain’t got a dime.
Broken by someone’s hands,
Or just broken right from the start
I fall for the broken ones every time.
I don’t want no social climber,
No up-and-comer, no wine and diner.
If the things you like in life are finer,
I’m gonna look the other way.
Broken in the head, broken in the heart,
Don’t know which way’s up, ain’t got a dime.
Broken by someone’s hands,
Or just broken right from the start
I fall for the broken ones every time.
And I know it’s wrong,
But I can’t help the need,
Because I hear him call, I hear him cry
And he’s calling out, calling out to me….
I want to heal him, I want to help him
Broken in the head, broken in the heart,
Don’t know which way’s up, ain’t got a dime.
Broken by someone’s hands,
Or just broken right from the start
I fall for the broken ones every time.
I fall for the broken ones every time.
copyright Heather Johnson 2007.