I think my heart must be made of clay Cause everyone said it would be broken some day And now I've come to that fateful day So I sit on the floor with my head in my hands And don't tell me how to make it pay I write a new song every day I just wish I was made of wood I might not feel pain, even if I should even if I should, if I should The sweetest smile that ever did Melt the pats in the butter dish And if you could have believed in me I swear to God I'd have made damn sure Our hearts were warm, and glad with wine I'd keep the doors locked all the time I just wish I was made of wood You might not seem glad, even if you should Even if you should If I should I think my heart must be made of clay Cause everyone said it would be broken some day And now I've come to that fateful day So I sit on the floor with my head in my hands With my head in my hands