My baby's / stored my heart She's kept it / for the memory My baby / buys Pop Art She hides it / in her gallery My baby's / shelved my heart She treats it / with such delicate affection Saves me as part / of her latest collection
Oh, yes / it's her own And nobody knows how I'm gonna feel Here between her precious Kill Bill The volume of Baudelaire And some private things / bound in her seal It's her loot / anyway It's her spoil / and I'm her prey Her trophies that she hides The showcase of broken hearts That is her joy and pride
My baby's / stored my heart She's kept it / for the memory My baby / buys Pop Art She hides it / in her gallery My baby's / shelved my heart She treats it / with such delicate affection Saves me as part / of her latest collection
Sometimes / she comes back Looks at all her favorite things and smiles Takes them in her hands for a while And touches them softly It's so cruel but / it's in her style Cuts the box / with a knife Makes me feel / I'm still alive I know it's all in vain She takes my heart to polish it And puts it back again