When you become somebody’s bandit And their heart becomes your loot What kind of player does that make you? Breaking your hearts and selling them too You picked me at a pawnshop I was used but good as new Shiny as a tattoo But permanent as party balloons Wake up, I wanna see you, darling You said to me one morning This is why I'm always broken You never did end up showing I'm not a liquidated asset I'm sharper than a jewel What kind of miner does that make you? When I'm the gold and you're just a fool