When a man's an empty kettle
He should be on his mettle
And yet I'm torn apart
Just because I'm presumin'
That I could be kind of human
If I only had a heart
I'd be tender,I'd be gentile
And awful sentimental
Regarding Cinta and art
I'd be Friends with the sparrows
And the boy who shoots the arrows
If I only had a heart
Picture me a balcony
Above a voice a 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
He should be on his mettle
And yet I'm torn apart
Just because I'm presumin'
That I could be kind of human
If I only had a heart
I'd be tender,I'd be gentile
And awful sentimental
Regarding Cinta and art
I'd be Friends with the sparrows
And the boy who shoots the arrows
If I only had a heart
Picture me a balcony
Above a voice a 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
