Heart of Stone - The Platters

Who’s to blame, that someone came

To alternate his plan

Painting shame beneath your frame

Tell me, was it a man

The sunrays in your hair are naturally all your own

This gold couldn’t save you, somebody gave you

A heart of stone

Your voice is like the breeze, a passionate undertone

But under the passion, somebody fashioned

A heart of stone

Who’s to blame, that someone came

To alternate his plan

Painting shame beneath your frame

Tell me, was it a man

June roses kiss your cheek, but under their lovely tone

Satan, your master, finally kissed

A heart of stone