Don't play those sad songs on the jukebox.
I've got enough misery in my heart.
I'm already drowning in a sea of teardrops,
and I don't want my tears to restart.
I guess that I'm a soft, emotional, kind of lover,
who takes being jilted harder than most men.
It doesn't take many sad words to open old wounds,
and tear-jerker songs do it time and again.
Play something that's loud, tuneful, and happy,
something that will ease my despair.
I just don't want to hear lonely hearts music,
full of break ups, and teardrops, everywhere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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