She said her name was Sandy and I met her in a bar.
A local little place where I was playing my guitar.
She listened to my music as the gang all gathered round.
She walked up to me and she laid her loving down.

I sang her my song.
She loved me all night long.
When I wake up in the morning.
She was gone.
She was a heartbreaker.

I asked her her age and she took a look at me.
She figured me out and said that she was 23.
The moment that I met her, my love began to flow.
She said she was a drifter, nowhere else to go.

I sang her my song.
She loved me all night long.
When I wake up in the morning.
She was gone.
She was a heartbreaker.

I took her to my place and I held her also tight.
She made me feel so good, she made me feel alright.
In the morning  when I woke up, she had gone away.
Left me all alone, with nothing left to say.

I sang her my song.
She loved me all night long.
When I wake up in the morning.
She was gone.
She was a heartbreaker.