It's open season on hearts
and your emotions are fair game.
It's open season on hearts,
so be careful who you claim.
Cause you may fall victim to a sweet lad or dame
who captures your heart with a smile and a kiss.
Imprisoning it in a cage of temporal bliss.
But when hunting season comes to an end,
you will be left quite cold and heartless my friend.
Empty and hurting, weeping and lonely.
Your stolen heart now broken
by that beautiful phoney.
