When a man's an empty kettle   He 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 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