When a man's an empty kettle He should be on his mettle. And yet I'm torn apart, Just because I'm presuming That I could be kind of human.
If I only had a heart I'd be tender, I'd be gentle And awful sentimental regarding love and art. I'd be friends with the arrows And the boy who shoots the sparrows If I only had a heart.
Picture me a balcony Above a voice sings low. (Wherefore art thou Romeo?) I hear a beat, how sweet.
Just to register emotion, jealousy, devotion And really feel the part I could stay young and chipper And I'd lock it with a zipper. If I only had a heart, A brain, a home, the nerve.