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

Or 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 Henrietta, I've got it bad

And Henrietta, it makes me sad

And Henrietta, it's just a fact

It's just a fact, it's just a fact

It's just a fact

Oh no, no-no-no-no-no no

Oh no, o-o-o-o-oh oh

Oh no, o-o-o-o-oh oh

Oh no, o-o-o-o-oh oh

I've got a heart, but it's afraid to love

Sometimes I think the damn thing's full of rust