When a girl's an empty kettle
She 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 sparrows
And the boy who shoots the arrows 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, if I only had a heart
