Girl don't bother to lock your door. He's out there hollering "Darlin' don't you love me no more?". You always let him in before now didn't you. He's just singing the some old song. That he always sang before. He's the last of the hard-core troubadours. Girl better figure out which is which. Wherefore art thou Romeo you son of a bitch. You'd just as soon fight as switch now wouldn't you. He's come to make love on your satin sheets. Wake up on your living room floor. He's the last of the hard-core troubadours. He's the lost of the all-night do right. Stand beneath your window 'til daylight. He's the last of the hard-core troubadours. Baby whet you waitin' for. Girl figure out what you're gonna do. When he moves on again and he leaves you alone and blue. But you knew he is just passin' through now didn't you. And now you can't just say this is the last time baby. Like you always did before. He's the last of the hard-core troubadours.