I’m just a heart beating in your chest
I’m red and pump blood to my best
I beat faster when you fall in love
I try to tell you to seek answers from above
I’m not so wise you should know
I get broken and make you feel low
I hate cupid and his arrows;
If I could I’d pluck his eyebrows
When you see that lady in the street
I know I have to pump blood so I’m up on my feet
I rarely work in tandem with your mind
And I’m at ease when you unwind
I still remember the girls that dumped you
They broke me to pieces and I still blame you
I wish you could pamper and take care of me
I’m a slave in your chest can’t you see
I know love very well and she’s blind
I keep telling you but you listen to your mind
Sometimes I want to stop beating and just scream,
Take a vacation and go for ice-cream
But I’m just a heart beating in your chest
I’m red and pump blood to my best.
Written by Eriq Ochieng.
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