My baby's / stored my heart
She's kept it / for the memory
My baby / buys Pop Art
She hides it / in her gallery
My baby's / shelved my heart
She treats it / with such delicate affection
Saves me as part / of her latest collection

Oh, yes / it's her own
And nobody knows how I'm gonna feel
Here between her precious Kill Bill
The volume of Baudelaire
And some private things / bound in her seal
It's her loot / anyway
It's her spoil / and I'm her prey
Her trophies that she hides
The showcase of broken hearts
That is her joy and pride

My baby's / stored my heart
She's kept it / for the memory 
My baby / buys Pop Art
She hides it / in her gallery
My baby's / shelved my heart
She treats it / with such delicate affection
Saves me as part / of her latest collection

Sometimes / [bad word] back
Looks at all her favorite things and smiles
Takes them in her hands for a while
And touches them softly
It's so [bad word] but / it's in her style
Cuts the box / with a knife
Makes me feel / I'm still alive
I know it's all in vain
She takes my heart to polish it
And puts it back again