I don’t mean to be too bold
but you told me I’ve a heart of gold
and I just wanted you to know
though you treat me like it’s been bought and sold
I’ve replaced each valve myself
it’s not store bought off some shelf
I didn’t haggle on the price with God
as His mechanic pulled it out the mould
I’ve cut my chest – I’ve sewn each stitch
to replace the pieces that were missed
brushed each chamber with steel wool
and oiled by my blackened soul
I do have this Heart of Gold
and it did shatter left exposed
so it’s unfair as I close my chest
of you to ask for one more kiss
I don’t mean to be too bold
but you told me I’ve a heart of gold
and I just wanted you to know
Hearts are heavy when they’re gold
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