(Arlen/Harberg)



When a man's an empty kettle

He should be on his mettle

and yet I'm torn apart

Just because I'm presumin' that I could be kind of human

If I only had a heart

I'd be tender, I'd be gentle

and awful sentimental regarding love and art

I'd be friends with the arrows

and the boy who shoots the sparrows

If I only had a heart

Picture me a balcony

Above a voice sings low

"Wherefore art thou Romeo?"

I hear a beat, how sweet



Just to register emotion, jealousy, devotion

and really feel the part

I could stay young and chipper

and I'd lock it with a zipper

If I only had a heart

A brain, a home, the nerve