My heart is like an anchor

That's mired in the mud

‘Cause you are cold as stone

And your soul is made of crud.

I’ve no more time or patience.

Our lovin’ was a fluke.

So just hit the road now, bud,

Because your presence makes me puke.

Rotten love.  Rotten love.

Your love is rotten to the core.

You made me feel as dirty and used up as a whore.

Your flesh has lost its flavor. 

Your words are not as sweet.

What once would turn my head

Now has me racing in retreat.

Your hygiene is offensive. 

I cringe each time we meet.

And you chew so much tobacca that

Your breath smells like your feet.

Rotten love.  Rotten love.

It’s found to make a person sick.

Your kiss gives me a headache and the strangest facial tic.

I hate the way you look at me. 

I hate the way you cuss.

The hatred that I feel

Is flowing out of me like puss.

I'm sorry to admit

Ours is a love affair gone wrong.

And this is just another sad

And sappy country song.

Rotten love.  Rotten love.

My love was dragged across the floor.

So you won’t see me put up with your put-downs anymore.

The eyes of love are bloodshot. 

Old Cupid broke his bow.

And now it’s very clear to me

That one of us must go.

I know I should get passed this,

But no matter how I try

I'm overcome by wishes that

You just would up and die.

Rotten love.  Rotten love. 

It’s worse than Celine Dion tunes.

It’s stinkin’ like a garbage dump on summer afternoons.

Rotten love.  Rotten love.  Rotten love.


copyright: Miloscia Music

Music by Joe Miloscia and Kenneth Kacmar

from “Eighteen Wheels of Pain” 

Rotten Love


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Performed by

Natalie Toro,

Leah Hocking

Accompaniment by Wendy Bobbitt Cavett

“The songs are so good.”  
— NEXT Magazine



All Lyrics by Joe Miloscia