When a man's an empty kettle
He should be on his metal
And yet I'm torn apart
Because I'm presuming
That I could be a 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 arrows
If I only had a heart
Picture me, a balcony
Above a voice sings below
Wherefore art thou, Romeo
I hear bees, oh, so sweet
Just to register emotion
Jealousy, devotion
And really feel the part
I could stay young and chipper
And I'd like it with a zipper
If I only had a heart
If I only had a heart
If I only had a heart
If I only had a heart