I think my heart must be made of clay
Cause everyone said it would be broken some day
And now [bad word] to that fateful day
So I sit on the floor with my head in my hands

And don't tell me how to make it pay
I write a new song every day
I just wish I was made of wood
I might not feel pain, even if I should
even if I should, if I should

The sweetest smile that ever did
Melt the pats in the butter dish
And if you could have believed in me
I swear to God I'd have made [bad word] sure
Our hearts were warm, and glad with wine
I'd keep the doors locked all the time
I just wish I was made of wood
You might not seem glad, even if you should
Even if you should
If I should

I think my heart must be made of clay
Cause everyone said it would be broken some day
And now [bad word] to that fateful day
So I sit on the floor with my head in my hands
With my head in my hands