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…
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…