When a man's an empty kettle He should be on his mettle And yet I'm torn apart Just because I'm presumin' 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 arrows And the boy who shoots the sparrows 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 A brain, a home, the nerve