My Heart

Apparently it's just a muscular spud,

whose task is to pump blood,

but it's yours,

it's yours.

It is devoted to you,

and the love is true,

so, it's yours,

it's yours.

It races when I see you at the door,

never felt this for anyone before,

yes, it's yours,

it's yours.

I could be more understanding,

never asking in return anything,

well, it's yours,

it's yours.

Play with it or break it severe,

there won't be shortage for you here,

cause it's yours,

it's yours.

MY HEART,

oh, it's yours,

it's yours,

it's yours to keep,

it's always gonna be yours.