Rust

I've got a heart but it's afraid to love

Sometimes i think the damn thing's full of rust

And every time it seems to skip a beat

Rr two or four or five or sometimes three

It pumps something that i cannot call blood

And why'd it have to stop when you said love

'Cause don't you know that at the thought of it

The sucker goes ahead and calls it quits

And henryetta, i've got it bad

And henryetta, it makes me sad

And henryetta, it's just a fact

It's just a fact

It's just a fact

It's just a fact

Oh no