I think my heart must be made of clay,

'cause everyone said it would be broken someday.

And now I've come 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 damn 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 you should, if you should,

if you should.

(solo)

I think my heart must be made of clay,

'cause everyone said it would be broken someday.

Seems like I have come to that fateful day,

so I sit on the floor

with my head in my hands,

with my head in my hands.

If I should, if I should,

if I should, uh if I should.

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