spoken
They said he was a talent scout
In a big, long, fancy car
He came through town, took my baby away
Said hed make him a star
sing
He took him off to Hollywood
And not once did he write
I saw his name on a marquee sign
I went to see his picture last night
And I left my heart in the balcony
Last row, third seat.
I couldnt take it anymore
So I left my heart in the balcony
And a teardrop on the floor.
On a wide, wide screen in Cinemascope
And Technicolor too
Some good lookin girl was kissin his lips
The lips that I once knew
And I left my heart in the balcony
Last row, third seat.
I couldnt take it anymore
So I left my heart in the balcony
And a teardrop on the floor.
Well, hes a star now and hes gone for good
Livin in a mansion in Hollywood
That movie queen, she stole my guy
Whe I pass the theatre I have to cry
Cause I left my heart in the balcony
Last row, third seat.
I couldnt take it anymore
So I left my heart in the balcony
And a teardrop on the floor.
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