Lyrics

(a duet; woman should have country accent;
lines marked * are to be spoken/sung by a man)

My fiancé was off in L.A., and I was alone in a bar
Dreamin' of weddings and table-settings - you know how those things are.
Up comes a man, asks if he can
sit an' talk with me
"I buy my own 'dranks' - no thanks - I don't want your company.
I'm sorry but: this heart is taken.
There ain't no use to try your moves on me.
Well you may be nice, but take some advice: get on out of here.
Leave me alone - go 'own' - this heart is taken."

Well I finished my beer, for it was clear: this weren't the place to be,
So I picked up my coat an' my purse, an' headed for my Mitsubishi.
I was just outside, the door opened wide, behind me that same voice cried:
* "My name's Fred - can we go to bed? If not, at least you'll know that I tried!"
I'm sorry but: this heart is taken.
There ain't no use to try your luck on me.
You cain't pick me up in no pick-up truck:
ain't it plain to see?
Clear on out a' here - this heart is taken.

(instrumental break)

My fiancé got home today, an' I told him about Fred
My husband-to-be, he looked at me and he said: * "I'll shoot him dead!
*Why, that man's a skunk!"
--"But he was drunk..." said I, to avoid a fight
* "Well that's too bad - Fred's my step-dad - an' Mom'll be a widow tonight!"
I'm sorry but: this heart is taken
Though sometimes it's enough to make me cry.
What you do is your decision - I'll visit you in prison.
I'm sorry but: this heart is taken.
I'm sorry but: this heart, this heart, this heart........this heart is taken.