| Lyrics: | (Henry Fink, Al Pientadosi)
[Recorded May 18, 1961, Los Angeles]
You made me what I am
today, I hope you're satisfied,
You dragged and dragged me down until the soul within me
died.
You've shattered each and every dream, fooled me right from the start.
And though
you're not true, may God bless you,
That's the curse of an aching heart.
(musical
interlude)
You made me what I am today, I should hope you're satisfied,
You dragged, you
dragged me down until the soul within me died.
You've shattered each and every dream, you fooled
me right from the start.
And although you're not true, may God bless you,
That's the curse
of an aching heart. |
