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 s**er 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