Rust

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
Or 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 sucker goes ahead and calls it quits

And Henrietta, I've got it bad
And Henrietta, it makes me sad
And Henrietta, it's just a fact
It's just a fact, it's just a fact
It's just a fact

Oh no, no-no-no-no-no no
Oh no, o-o-o-o-oh oh
Oh no, o-o-o-o-oh oh
Oh no, o-o-o-o-oh oh

I've got a heart, but it's afraid to love
Sometimes I think the damn thing's full of rust