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