After you pushed my heart over
I was out for a week
I could feel it beating under the sheet

I’m all nerves
you think I look like a harp
now your shoes on my belly
the bed full of dirt
but I feel it beating softly
under the sheet

when I get lazy I act like I’m crazy
but your manners
just send me straight into bed

you and the rest of you’s
boots and all and the fever
the donkey harp heart
is still the king

sure you can make me blue
but you can’t change how I feel about you
I can feel it beating under the sheet