Rust

I've got a heart but it's afraid to love Sometimes i think the damn thing's full of rust And every time it seems to skip a beat Rr two or four or five or sometimes three It pumps something that i cannot call blood And why'd it have to stop when you said love 'Cause don't you know that at the thought of it The sucker goes ahead and calls it quits And henryetta, i've got it bad And henryetta, it makes me sad And henryetta, it's just a fact Oh no