He wears a ring on every finger
He holds his luck in a silver dime
He's been known to have a nasty temper
If he don't get paid on time
He drives a white El Dorado
He keeps the keys inside and the windows down
And all the boys in Michigan Avenue know
That he don't mess around

And God know that you're busy
And I never asked you for anything
And I know you got your own way to get things done
But there's another broken heart
Waiting for the phone to ring

This is the oldest profession
She's a champion on the track
When her feet give her trouble
She just lies there on her back
Don't send money, man
Don't send flowers
Don't call her on the telephone
Every half an hour
She's obsessed with sex, money, and power
But it's only a matter of time
And God know that you're busy
But I never asked you for anything
And I know you got your own way to get things done
But there's another broken heart
Waiting for the phone to ring

And God know that you're busy
But I never asked you for anything
And I know you got your own way to get things done
But there's another broken heart
Another broken heart

God know that you're busy
And I never asked you for anything
And I know you got your own way to get things done
But there's another broken heart
Waiting for the phone to ring