Verse Some call her sweetheart but they just don’t know That heartache will follow wherever she goes I call her heartache I’ll tell you why The first time I saw her she made me cry Yes I call her heartache for a lady so grand Means heartaches for a poor boy with thorns in his hands Love has many faces love has many names Happiness and heartaches sometimes seems the same I can’t buy her diamonds or dress her in lace In society’s manner I’d be out of place Miss heartache’s no stranger we’ve met before And it seems that each meeting is worse than before