Shot through the heart 

It's all part of the game that we call love



Would you be content to see me crying

After all those little games you put me through

After all I've done for you you're lying

Wouldn't it be nice to tell the truth



Didn't somebody somewhere say

You're gonna take a fall

I gave you everything

Now here's the curtain call



And I'm shot through the heart as I lay there alone

In the dark through the heart

It's all part of the game that we call love



Now you've come back here to say you're sorry

But I don't know who you're talking to

It could be the man I used to be, girl

But I've grown up and now I'm over you



Standing there just a livewire

With nowhere left to turn

You were gonna set the world on fire

But you'll never learn



Now you're shot through the heart as I lay there alone

In the dark through the heart

It's all part of the game that we call love



Standing there just a livewire

With nowhere left to turn

You were gonna set the world on fire

But you'll never learn

Now you're shot...



Baby does what baby please

And baby must have what she sees

But not this time, the tables turned

Baby, you just got burned



Shot through the heart as I lay there alone

In the dark through the heart

It's all part of the game that we call love





Lead Vocals: Jon Bon Jovi

Backing Vocals: Jon Bon Jovi, David Rashbaum, Richie Sambora, Alec John Such

Guitar: Jon Bon Jovi

Lead Guitar: Richie Sambora

Keyboards: David Rashbaum

Bass: Alec John Such

Drum: Tico Torres ["The Hit Man"]

Additional Musicians: Chunk Burgi, Doug Katsoras, 

Aldo Nova appears courtesy of Portrait Records, Huey McDonald

Produced by Lance Quinn and Tony Bongiovi

Engineered by Scott Litt, Jeff Henderickson and Larry Alexander

Assistants: Jon Babich and Gary Rindfuss, Bruce Lampcov, Dave Greenberg and Barry Bongiovi

Recorded at The Power Station, New York City



© 1982 Jamb Co., Moonwalk Music Inc. and Simile Music Ltd. (ASCAP)